On My Grind

[Z-Ro]

Uhhhh oh, y'all motherfuckers done fucked up now

Man Z-Ro the crooked the mothafuckin Moe-city don

Yeah nigga I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot

Knahimsayin I know y'all don't like that

but fuck y'all though feel me

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

From mansions, to Hummers, resently I want it all

like every other nigga that's twenty-six I wanna ball

that's why I get off my rump and I go and get it(go and get it)

so when my pockets lookin' low it's time to pay the suburbs

but this it I can't see my self at the bottom of the food chain

when a nigga hungry, and broke I go thru some mood swings

lay it down motherfucker I got kids to feed

I was on the block when it moved slow, all Z-Ro needed was speed

do I suffer from greed? I gotta get some cash quick

cause I look back on my life a nigga ain't never had shit

50-packin get me thru the night, want get me but my profit

I gotta room but shit y'all them J's done kept on chopping

(??)on some big O's, keepin fiends lit (??)like pillows

I eat on the block, and sleep on the block, then I retreat on my block

goin out of town for birds about the piece on my block

[Chorus]

Caught up in the game of chasing dough

I'm not mama's little boy no mo'

so next time you see me in public I'm on my grind

starving I'm just tryna get fed

so I gotta get up and go get this bread

and I'm about to be a million, about to lose my mind

[Z-Ro]

Catch me if you can is my vision of me screamin'

so I chase e'm like the law until my jewelry is gleamin(*brake*)

(*scratches into next song on the album*)