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[intro: z]
i want to front the mirror rapping all of my favorites
music carried up out the streets homie all of it’s savored
hope he got the instrumental beat, cause this single was blazing
i’m probably plotting with hint for weeks, no eating just patiently waiting

[verse 1: z]
somebody save me from this microphone i’m lost in it
stockholm handling my syndrome with wack rolls
top goal
handling my business then i stow
the way the water pot blow
i stock homes and hostile
que paso
looking for my profit out this talk mode
no iphones
i steer clear, i’m beer_eating tacos
kicking back, stuffing my face
money be pr_nto
used to chop with love, and now i’m trynna cop a bronco
used to stomp in lugs, and now i hop in something dropped low
it’s cheddar with my thugs and next to cheese in my nachos
we’re getting fat belly big while i chop on my celly
and i’d prefer to be not broke, i need cheese for my reli_
this my duty, i’m on skater grind
there ain’t sh_t you can tell me
they want beef i got deli
they’d rather smoke and excel it
i wrap it up and i sell it
ain’t no way i’m a felon
i got my family and we selling till we important like [greely?]
let’s go
[chorus: z]
it’s no ls when i whip
put the banger there
i stay ready with the fetty, wanna take it there?
but really cool, calm, collected
money my objective
and i protect it with the weapon
money live sessions
but i don’t do it for the money, homie yeah right
but i don’t do it for the money
but i don’t do it for the money, homie yeah right
but i don’t do it for the money

[verse 2: z]
i got my number for the fatty
i’m betting that’s who my family need
pushing in the chevy that’s heavy up on the gasoline
i used to dream about this life i’m living, happening
my section on the back of me like duh babe, you’re asking me
we funky as some athletes feet
tracking me, i’m all across, what’s happening
don’t never let the sack increase
hundreds are cr_p to me, but his average is a tragedy
like f_ck ’em if they battle me
only time travelers passing z
my kids over everybody, as a shawty though
i’s dreaming ’bout them big bodies
big wins at the corner store
whipping like a brody go
i was going where my brothers go
we was pitching and our 40s pour
i was working on portfolios
that’s how the story go
f_ck it like a glory hole
took the sand_which meat like oreos
i’m dexter in laboratories
angled like a corridor
been k!lling sh_t like horror_core
kicking back like rufio
bars are never growing old
[chorus: z]
it’s no l’s when i whip
put the banger there
i stay ready with the fetty, wanna take it there?
but really cool, calm, collected
money my objective
and i protect it with the weapon
money live sessions
but i don’t do it for the money, homie yeah right
but i don’t do it for the money
but i don’t do it for the money, homie yeah right
but i don’t do it for the money

- z of firing squad

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