(talking) 

This that boy Sinner Tone, better known to y'all

And essay is cocked strong, giving you something

To ride and get high to, I'm chilling in the studio

With H-Town's finest a nigga they call Z-Ro

So go on and bump this shit, and to all you 

Niggas who I done jacked in the game

Fuck y'all I got my beams on your ass, right


[Z-Ro]

Everytime you see me I'm a different nigga, but don't worry

About my aim, I'm consistently accurate with the trigger 

My nigga don't count your chickens 'fore they hatch

If you owe me some feddy you better pay me I'm ignorant bout my scratch

I don't trust nan nigga cause nothing but hate they be sending me

Can't determine my friends from my enemies

I done had partners that done helped me when my life was on the line

Talking about hitting me right back I'm trying to knock this bitch down

Putting pussy before your partners disrespecting the game

What about you broke in them titty bars be collecting your change

Trick, nigga with all these bitch niggas are made to bleed

Since you giving me another reason to blaze the weed

And I don't want to do another killing, another bid

They've been trying to give me the crack since I was a kid

But I remain calm, pill popping smoking and leaning if I wasn't high

I'd leave these niggas choking and screaming


(Chorus - 2x)

Ooh child, things are gonna get easier

Ooh boy things will get brighter


[Z-Ro]

I keep my middle finger pointed out at all times, lyrically

Abuse somebody in all rhymes, indodging in felonious to the small crime

Everybody want to do a song with Ro, but none

Of these niggas want to get down on a couple of zones with Ro

Fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial

I'll be jacking for some right now money 

Niggas ain't ready for the episodes that I supply

PCP influenced, I'm relentless nigga you can die

Fuck all these niggas and these white folks, I'm all alone

No friends cause in the fucking end a nigga dies all alone

About to meet my maker, I hope my life is right

But it's hard to focus when killers try to murder me every night

I guess this life is really hard now, fiending for the day that this war stops

Pulling my pistol everytime a car stops

Live by the sword, die by the sword, nigga my time is borrowed

I paint this for another tomorrow


(Chorus - 2x)


[Z-Ro]

I'm crucified by the media because I'm loved by the public

Even though I'm rated number one keep your thumbs up and shove it

They said I'm trying to sound like Pac is my confession to that

Bitch I can't help it if I sound similar when I be stressing the fact

See I'm gone scream it cause I mean it anything less ain't excepted

The fact that I'm dark and I'm restless is no resort of living reckless

Rest in peace to my niggas that got caught up in the struggle

But I'm showing love to the niggas that don't want to see me bubble

But I take that back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own

And every bitch in every city is singing my song

Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner

Even in year two triple O, fuck working I'm selling marijuana

Pulling the bull up over my eyes you just can never tell

But I know if I'm faking I try to rap now one of tapes gone sell

I predicted being real by staying true to myself

Now suicide is something I don't want to do to myself


(talking)

Year two tripple O, Z-Ro, the new motherfucking don

Feel that, my nigga Cocked Strong from Sinner Tone

Day one my nigga, knowI'msaying

We gone put it down


(Chorus - 2x)