[Z-Ro]
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I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on
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Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on
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I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite
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Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight
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It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy
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Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy
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Fuck the whole wide world, it's just me and my songs
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Constantly moving on, to find a better place to call home
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Keep running, but always look where you going
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Whether it's sunny or snowing, them people'll kick your do' in
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They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks
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And relocate blocks, and set up my shop away from the cops
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Cause I'm a hustler, slash all that
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With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs
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That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera
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Z-Ro running game, two thousand two steps ahead of you
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[Hook]
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Keep running
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Keep on running
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[Mr. Drastic]
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I'm on a whole nother level, now I'm running for the devil
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When I finally get the shovel, I'ma bury him mayn
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Bringing true to the game, so I'm putting God first
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No burden I can't handle, I done been through the worst
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Now it's time for the better, me and Ro getting setter
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Drop the top in rainy weather, and I'm loving it mayn
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From the cradle to the grave, no more being a slave
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When you see me best believe me, I be off of the chain
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Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day
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Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay
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Business first, making sure my money is straight
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I'm loving the hate, because it's keeping food on the plate
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It's later and Ro, yeah you know we running the show
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Getting the do', rapper slash CEO
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Wherever I go, I always be the number one stunning
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So you better keep on running
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[Hook x2]
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[O-N-E]
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Everyday is a struggle, so I gotta get up and get it
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I'm dodging the federalies, trying to stack my mill ticket
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It's wicked up in these streets, if you don't work you don't eat
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That's why my eyes are wide open, never falling asleep
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I roll O-N-E deep, cause I don't need no niggas
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They hold you down everytime, when you trying to stack figgas
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I'm clutching chrome plated triggas, that's keeping these bitches running
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Faster than Forest Gump, that twist and turn when they coming
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I been a hustler for a hustler, was even thinking of hustling
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And sold every kinda drug, and that's the end of discussion
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I'm not trusting nan nigga, nan bitch or friend
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Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end
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I'm dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold
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No baking soda it's over, I'm mixing O-N-E do'
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When it's finally wrapped in plastic, then shipped to the stores
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We'll be them seven figga niggas, O-N-E and Z-Ro
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[Hook x4]
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Keep Runnin
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Z-Ro |