No Games

[Z-Ro:] I'm from

Missouri City

Texas, Ridgemont to be exact

Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped

And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain't coming

We all got glock 40's, and let em thump

So before,

I sell my soul

A ***** like me'll do my whole sentence, with no parole

Damn it I'm tired of falling short, everytime

I set a goal

But if we get pulled over

I'm gon claim what's mine ain't gon try to act like

I don't know who it's fo'

Y'all ****** be telling lies, straight up snitching

Probably piss sitting down cause y'all women, with your make-up on switching

Me I stand up on ten toes, won't fall for nothing

**** a percentage

I need the total, it's all or nothing

I never ran from anybody, a coward

I can't be that

Or get beat the **** up by one of these hoe ass ******,

I just can't see that

I'm the King of the

Ghetto mayn, they call me

Z-Ro Yeah it's cool to take a picture, but don't **** with me hoe cause uh [Hook:]

Z-Ro, don't play no games-games

Hell naw,

I don't play no games-games

Stash spot for my burner, in my car do' mayn-mayn

Yeah I'm rapping, but

I'm still trapping stacking that **** mayn-mayn [Z-Ro:]

If you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty

Since I love me how

I am, one deep is how

I gotta be

If ends don't make his best friend, the victim of a robbery

So I don't expect none of my people, to ride or die for me

I handle my own beef,

I don't need back-up

Cause if they talking bout jumping me,

I'm raising my gat up

See all I have in this world, is my balls and my pride

**** talking about you behind your back,

I'm trying to see your eyes

Then I say something, unlike these mark ass ****** because they stay bumping

Telling ************s they whip, but can't afford to lay away something

And every bad ***** come around, they swear they had em

But when they close enough to touch, ****** won't reach out and grab em

I ain't never, had to lie on my poll

Cause everytime it get swoll,

I select something to fold and leave it swoll

Hope she don't try to go through my pockets, when

I'm asleep though

Yeah it's cool to bump and grind, but don't **** with me hoe cause uh [Hook] [Z-Ro:]

I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my *****

One in the chamber, in case

I meet up with danger my *****

You fail to plan, then you plan to fail

I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales

I stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone

Do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then

I'm gone Instead of going to a mansion,

I'm headed back to the block

It's time to get the trap cracking,

I move ********* and crack rock

Not saying that you're bad, for saying

I'm chasing cash

Cause depending on rap money,

I'd be broke and on my ass

Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet

It's a guarantee

I'ma do it, until

I see me deceased

Now if you do some hoe **** in front of me,

I'ma let you know

And if it hurts you to hear it, don't come around a real ***** no mo'

Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to

Z-Ro Yeah y'all can make ************ feel guilty, but not me though [Hook x3]