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Z-Ro Lyrics

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In My Prime Lyrics

f/ Trey D

 

 [Hook]

 In my prime, and its bout my time to shine

 Had enough of struggling, now I'm destined for dolla signs

 In my prime, know you hate on all my rhymes

 Trying to be a living legend, in my lifetime

 

 [Z-Ro]

 In my prime, I'm professing my reason for rhyme

 From the slum trying to shine, stacking nickels and dimes

 And pursueded the bigger picture, with the states and lace

 Jesse James of the rap game, nothing but yellow tape

 Homicide when I ride, watch me glide like glide

 Killer we still fried and died, and laid to the side

 When from cracks to dats man, that's why the ride sprayed

 Chunking hundreds off the stage, cause my bills is paid

 Pimping the pen up in a ga-gangsta, a-stacking change

 Respect the So-a-Southside, ru-a-running thangs

 Ain't no beefing with the No-a-North, ain't no pl-a-plex

 Just collided and provided you, with music for your deck

 '78 Impala Cheve, sitting on top of Yokohama

 Moving like I'm the Daytona, transporting marijuana

 I sing to a song-a, paid for it you a loner

 I ball if I wanna, while turning heads on every corner

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Trey D]

 In my prime, to see the hustling nickels and dimes

 Got a smile on my face, but everything ain't fine

 Stay on my grind, I had to keep a cool mind frame

 Day dreaming and fantasizing, FED's calling my name

 Am I insane, just think that I would wanna be rich

 Though I'm living in a dream, and still loving this shit

 The shoes fit, the game bout to get bent for chedda

 Pull up on a box of chedda, with this black baretta

 Trend setter, while FED's be all up in your name

 Got a slug to fit your brain, for this kilo of caine

 What's my name, Trey D's the nigga that's tatted and all

 I live to do you harm, with this mic in my palm

 Am I the one, to shoot off in they face like cum

 Three times bright as the sun, and your girl time to bond

 So forward run, but the K is gonna track you down

 For these heros trying Z-Ro, bout to mash and climb

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 In my prime, cause everyday I shine like the sun

 Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs

 Remember me like Vietnam, with a pistol in my palm

 Bout to move my killa swarm, you should of remained calm

 We some wig splitters, dumping bullets up in your liver

 You shake and you shiver, nothing but casualties I deliver

 Ain't no time for plex, me and that Young collect checks

 Fellas be bumping and better respect, and running a check all Mo City bets

 Z-Ro the po', coming through the do', with a loaded four-four

 From the 44 to Ridgemont 4, taking trips to Akapoko

 See my ends they done met with blood, tears and sweat

 26 letters the alphabet, all rap I make bets

 Pimping a pen and straight collecting my feddy, its so lovely

 My bath water stay bubbly, when I had some of ugly

 You can't touch me, I think I got it under control

 I'm feeling my riches ain't too big, its just my pockets on swoll

 

 [Hook - 2x]
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