Z-Ro Long Time Lyrics

[Talking]
Here ye here ye, come one come all
An ***** talking down on the Maab, bound to fall
Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked
Representing S.U.C., got my ***** Fred in this *****
My ***** Trae in this *****, and we don't give
A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride

[Trae]
I bet these boys, out here better recognize
My team, Guerilla Maab until it's over
Running ***** *****s over, beaming a glock like I'm a soldier
Ready for war who that hating on Trae, and knowing they trash
Throwing they *** up out my face, if they think of blocking my cash
Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat
AKA a vet, and spraying them *****s until they wet
I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started
Half of these *****s out here be spitting bullshit, like they retarded
Disregarded never, I'm better than the rest of the game
You lame better read my chain, M double A-be be running thangs
With my kin folk Ro dog, and the L dog
Everytime let me tell why'all, we thoed I'ma swell why'all

(*talking*)
Well swell em up then
**** these old PH bastard *** *****s
Talking down on us, bet why'all can't walk down on us
***** we strapped automatics, semi's and fully's

[Hook]
This one is dedicated, to them *****s that hate it
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
We the realest of the real, and we can never be faded
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
We the future of the funk, you punks is outdated
It's been a long time, but we finally made it
Breaking laws and jaws, cause you *****es is overrated
It's been a long time, but we finally made it

[Z-Ro]
Presidential got a problem, with me making my cash
Trying to starve a ***** out, and have me flat on my ***
One hundred and sixty thousand, what they suing me fo'
But since my ****'s selling, you could never ruin me hoe
25 hours a day, I be packing that lead
Chasing paper so me and Fred, steady stacking our bread
I understand that you bullshit *****s, done flip-flopped
Trying to hold on to a *****, hitching a ride to the top
(and 97.9), the biggest hoes I know
Now Walter D is my *****, the rest of em be hating Ro
What do you know, why these *****s all up in my face
Back back I'm about two seconds, from catching a case
When I walk up in the club, they act like they don't see me
Nervous in my presence, praying that Z-Ro will take it easy
I'ma take it hard, while I'm killing em softly
Till they gone, they been hating us for way too long

[Hook]
[Jay'Ton]
Slow Loud And Bangin in they face, and *****s acting like hoes
I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows
Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G
It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L.A.B
With Ro Dog and Trae, my flag be doing great
Undisputed like weight, when I'm upper cutting in your face
Body blows and jabs, for *****s hating on S.L.A.B
You come with that bullshit, guaranteed I'm beating your ***
It been a long time, and we finally made it
Hopped the slab off the AVE., and I finally sprayed it
No more slanging on the block, cause the block got raided
Like the point on the dice, I can never be faded

[Talking]
Yeah, we ain't gon blow it though
You know we got this hoe *** devil on our back
On our **********ing ***, that ***** can't face up
With a real ***** though, know I'm saying
***** know he talk ****, so I be spitting
All **********ing day long, but it's still God first though
This whole *** world got me this way, you know I'm saying
Bout paper, this **********ing K, **********ing Tre-8
This 4-5, 4-4, **** it goes on and on and on
Talking down on us *****, you getting 17 hundred to the dome
So I know you gon be gone, you know I'm saying
Fred get your bread, Trae pass that **********ing K
And let's roll, I'ma continue to blow dro, and we out this *****

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