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Z-Ro - In My Prime lyrics
f/ Trey D [Hook] In my prime, and its bout my time to shine Had enough of struggling, now I'm destined for dolla signs In my prime, know you hate on all my rhymes Trying to be a living legend, in my lifetime [Z-Ro] In my prime, I'm professing my reason for rhyme From the slum trying to shine, stacking nickels and dimes And pursueded the bigger picture, with the states and lace Jesse James of the rap game, nothing but yellow tape Homicide when I ride, watch me glide like glide Killer we still fried and died, and laid to the side When from cracks to dats man, that's why the ride sprayed Chunking hundreds off the stage, cause my bills is paid Pimping the pen up in a ga-gangsta, a-stacking change Respect the So-a-Southside, ru-a-running thangs Ain't no beefing with the No-a-North, ain't no pl-a-plex Just collided and provided you, with music for your deck '78 Impala Cheve, sitting on top of Yokohama Moving like I'm the Daytona, transporting marijuana I sing to a song-a, paid for it you a loner I ball if I wanna, while turning heads on every corner [Hook - 2x] [Trey D] In my prime, to see the hustling nickels and dimes Got a smile on my face, but everything ain't fine Stay on my grind, I had to keep a cool mind frame Day dreaming and fantasizing, FED's calling my name Am I insane, just think that I would wanna be rich Though I'm living in a dream, and still loving this shit The shoes fit, the game bout to get bent for chedda Pull up on a box of chedda, with this black baretta Trend setter, while FED's be all up in your name Got a slug to fit your brain, for this kilo of caine What's my name, Trey D's the nigga that's tatted and all I live to do you harm, with this mic in my palm Am I the one, to shoot off in they face like cum Three times bright as the sun, and your girl time to bond So forward run, but the K is gonna track you down For these heros trying Z-Ro, bout to mash and climb [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] In my prime, cause everyday I shine like the sun Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs Remember me like Vietnam, with a pistol in my palm Bout to move my killa swarm, you should of remained calm We some wig splitters, dumping bullets up in your liver You shake and you shiver, nothing but casualties I deliver Ain't no time for plex, me and that Young collect checks Fellas be bumping and better respect, and running a check all Mo City bets Z-Ro the po', coming through the do', with a loaded four-four From the 44 to Ridgemont 4, taking trips to Akapoko See my ends they done met with blood, tears and sweat 26 letters the alphabet, all rap I make bets Pimping a pen and straight collecting my feddy, its so lovely My bath water stay bubbly, when I had some of ugly You can't touch me, I think I got it under control I'm feeling my riches ain't too big, its just my pockets on swoll [Hook - 2x] |
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