Platinum
[Z-Ro:]
About time they opened up the door' for Z-Ro
'Cause I've been droppin' hits since 10 years ago
Tryin' to do it legal & not slang yayo
If I can't get it legal to the corner I go
I never took pride in slangin' cocaine
Never could get a job, but needed some more change
CD's wasn't sellin' because I had no name
Nothin' but a T-Shirt, no piece no chain
Too many times, I was ready to give up
Run up in a bank & say this is a stick-up
Put my pain on records & record sales picked up
The tears I done shed led me to the big bucks
2004, I ain't broke no more
'Cause God is my life jacket when I sink solo
I went to a hundred thousand from a whole fo'
So all you haters hate me, as I make a little more.
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I'm goin' Platinum this time, this time, this time.
I think you fellas better respect my mind, mind.
I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels & my dimes, my dimes, my dimes.
And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine, shine, shine.
[Z-Ro:]
They got me livin' in a '56, Mass L
My locker full of commissary & my fan mail
My city sayin' "Z-Ro, what you gon' do when you get out of hell?"
I can't do no more pyrexes, no more scales
Tryin' to make a million dollars off my melody
Couldn't see it comin' so I caught a state-jail felony
F1 bunk 12, there resides the stars
Special thanks to love 'cause "I Hate You Bitch" climbed me to the top of the charts
Bein' free is like bein' on lock
Niggas still kick it with ya, but try to get some of what ya got
I ain't never seen so many feminine men
Swear to God they holdin' in the world, but ain't nobody seein' dividends
That ain't the life of me, I had to get it
Might not be rich in the present, but I'm a be rich in a minute
'Cause I got 3 Cuzos sittin' up high, rollin' 24's
Screamin' A.B.N. get in the door' waitin' for Ro.
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I'm goin' Platinum this time, this time, this time.
I think you fellas better respect my mind, mind.
I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels & my dimes, my dimes, my dimes.
And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine, shine, shine.
[Z-Ro:]
Jealousy & envy, play a major role
Everytime a player try to get his pockets swoll
Somebody said I did this & said I did that
Even told homicide, I pushed the homey's wig back
They don't wanna see a nigga make it out of poverty.
When will they realize God is runnin' with me ain't no stoppin' me?
Probably never will, so keep on tryin'
You can clip my wings, but I see happyness in the sky so I'm a keep on flyin'.
Until I find a rested place
So many battle scars, blood on my chest & face.
Whether I'm workin' or rappin' 24/7, me & Satan be scrappin'
He want my soul, but I ain't gon' let it happen.
Even if I lose my life, tryin' to chase my dream
Whoever do me gon' have hell when they face my team.
I got them same 3 Cuzos holdin' me down, if I ain't comin' back
Bet they bury me with G-Stacks, plus a Platinum plack.
[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
I'm goin' Platinum this time, this time, this time.
I think you fellas better respect my mind, mind.
I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels & my dimes, my dimes, my dimes.
And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine, shine, shine.
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