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 nigga 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 niggaz 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 
Fuck 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 fuck up by one of these hoe ass niggaz, 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 fuck with me hoe cause uh 

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 dope mayn-mayn 

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 
Fuck talking about you behind your back, I'm trying to see your eyes 
Then I say something, unlike these mark ass niggaz because they stay bumping 
Telling motherfuckers they whip, but can't afford to lay away something 
And every bad bitch come around, they swear they had em 
But when they close enough to touch, niggaz 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 fuck with me hoe cause uh 

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 dope mayn-mayn 

I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my nigga 
One in the chamber, in case I meet up with danger my nigga 
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 marijuana 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 shit in front of me, I'ma let you know 
And if it hurts you to hear it, don't come around a real nigga no mo' 
Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to Z-Ro 
Yeah y'all can make motherfucker feel guilty, but not me though