Ain't got no love for nothing that got love for me, cause love ain't live They don't love me, they love my nickels and dimes [Z-Ro:] Everytime I pray
Traduzione: Z-Ro. L'amore non è dal vivo.
D (Z-Ro): talking] Screw (what's the deal my nigga) Man, King Screw, dedicate this to you my nigga We love you forever boy (straight up much love) We ain't
[J-Ro] Yeah, Alkaholiks! J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift That's right We're not done Uh-uh, c'mon Ain't it drunk King, Tee, he drink wit us Defari, he drink wit
or coke My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round
Verse 1: DJ Screw] Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable They got me out on a ledge, feel like I'm fallin off the edge It ain't no fable
united for the cash, a lot And for the love of Screw you, I'm riding on knot That's everyday, and I'm loving it mayn Ain't shit changed, I gotta go get
I ain't playing no games And fuck this North and South shit, cause I ain't stating no claim I ain't bring it with me, and I can't take it when I go To
(feat. Peaches, T.A.Z.) [Z-Ro] I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze And I'm asking Jesus what
it to the fullest From H-Town to yo town, straight up, we ain't skurred Chunking it up everywhere we go, feel us [Hook x2] If you real, won't you go
the way it's suppose to be Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else Of royalty, because it ain't my name [Hook: Peaches & Z-Ro (Z-Ro)] Too
Hook] [Z-Ro] Pulling out my yard, as I drop the top Ready for the jackers, I'm gon cock the glock Pulling up at the club, everybody show love Might
't die, long as I'm living my life I love time, but no time for prison in my life [Hook x2] [Russell Lee] Keep living your life And everything will
win [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Pulling out my yard as I drop the top, ready for the jackers I'm gon cock the glock Pulling up at the club everybody show love, might
We ain't going back broke I'ma cope anyone that Trae'd never smoke Any one of these hoes going against the Maab, on the mic you better Get a day job, we ain't
cars, platinum bars, weed delivery run I roll big chronic with chunks of hash to puff with my +CASH+ [Chorus 1 + 2] [J-Ro] King T, X to the Z, and