Correction Paroles Never Fold par Z-Ro

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A n***a like me, man, I love the game, I love the hustle
Funny, man, you a hustling motherf**ker, man, for real
Uh

I don't do it 'cause I have to, I do it 'cause I can-a-than
I don't wanna conversate, miss me with the ramblin'
Lotta smokin' weed, lotta gettin' drunk and gamblin'
I come up with my own sh*t, it's not a lot of samplin'
I'm scared of nothin', you ain't never seen me panickin'
Silent as a brick wall, stiffer than a mannequin
They still hatin'? Give a f**k, I'm still managin'
I give 'em goosebumps every time like Travis, man
Straight outta "Break Your Wrists," Texas my hood, listen
I been in the 'burbs, and I will still be on that hood sh*t
She got degrees and sh*t, but she still a hood b*t*h
We do it for generational wealth, f**k a "hood rich," listen
Forty acres and immune is what we should get
But, felonies, that's what everybody in the hood get
Yeah, I wanna help 'em, but I ain't gon' be the hood n***a
If I don't give 'em nothin', they like, "You ain't from the hood, Z"

Never fold, I was taught to never fold
You know me, real n***a from head to toe
Got a problem with you, I'ma let you know
All y'all cool, but all y'all ain't gon' get the gold
But all my n***as gon' eat with me
And take over all these streets with me
Sittin' in the expensive seats with me

Uh, baby, you don't know the half
I was so broke, I promise, all I could do was laugh (Hahaha)
I was on my back, that's way past on my a**
Now the IRS like, "Where you stash all the cash?" (Where all the money at?)
Homie, my lips are sealed
And I don't trust nothin', so you know the clips are real
Spray my opp-stopper, end up in a ditch, for real
I don't just rap about it, ho, I do this sh*t for real
I know they ain't wanna see me make it to the other side
But I'm a winner, I ain't nothin' like them other guys
I love you, baby, but I'll talk to you another time
Swear to God, I got a hundred thousand on the other line
Swear to God, my hustle was of another kind
Only had six, but I was cookin' up another nine
Been up forty-eight, I was straight, I don't f**k around
If you ain't helpin' me get it, you can't even come around
Got tunnel vision, I can't see you motherf**kers now
And y'all fake, I wouldn't wanna be you motherf**kers now
God didn't tell me I should feed you motherf**kers now
The devil in me tell me I don't need you motherf**kers now, I
Never fold, I was taught to never fold
You know me, real n***a from head to toe
Got a problem with you, I'ma let you know
All y'all cool, but all y'all ain't gon' get the gold
But all my n***as gon' eat with me
And take over all these streets with me
Sittin' in the expensive seats with me
Never fold, I was taught to never fold
You know me, real n***a from head to toe
Got a problem with you, I'ma let you know
All y'all cool, but all y'all ain't gon' get the gold
But all my n***as gon' eat with me
And take over all these streets with me
Sittin' in the expensive seats with me

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