Z-ro - No Reason lyrics

[Hook:] Slap that n***a he's a b**h, slap that hoe she's a b**h It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me I'm on my f** the world, for no reason sh** f** the world for no reason sh**, f** the world for no reason b**h Nothing righteous bout none of y'all n***az None of y'all n***az, don't know Jesus b**h f** the world for no reason sh**, f** the world for no reason b**h My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it I'm a loc, and my loc n***az need me b**h f** the world for no reason sh**, f** the world for no reason b**h When I'm in the club, I don't see real n***az I see a bunch of wannabe's in it [Z-Ro:] Ain't no love, for none of y'all n***az Swear to God, f** every one of y'all n***az I wish I could murder, every one of y'all n***az Skinny jeans corrupted, every one of y'all n***az Leave that sh** up, to Drake and Wayne If you ain't them, then you faking mayn Take it however, you wanna take it mayn Some in the ground, now beneath the basement mayn I know boys wonder, how I made it to the top I make real music, and I take it to the block Your flow is broke, you need to take it to the shop My flow is big dick, hoes take it nonstop My flow is arrogant, like f** your verse Devil in disguise, n***a f** your church Baptize your a**, and bloody up your shirt Go get my money, hurry up hoe work My people still waiting, on money from Barack From a house to a spot, king size to a cot Said it was getting better, but the sh** didn't stop So the women on the block, p**y full of rock AR-50, I love my girl Nobody here but us, I love my world I'm oh so jealous, don't touch my girl I'll let her holla at ya, don't trust my girl Yeah, who that wanna do that Like run up on a n***a, that'll bust and make the crowd move back Let a mo'f**er, run up on Ro I promise I'm a handle my bidness, and leave a fool flat On his back Either with these hands, or this tool I pack I'm a Mo City n***a, I done told you that I'm a general, and that's where my soldiers at for real [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Most of y'all n***az, just sprayed yourself Like you got what you got, with no help Like God, ain't got nothing to do with your wealth Don't even take time, to say thanks for your help I know I'm f**ed up, that's why I be repenting Every five minutes, I need to be forgiven From Sunday morning service, straight to prison God brought me through it, that's why I'm living Don't believe in him, he don't believe in you He let somebody run up on you, or merk you fool Then you bad, till you meet somebody worse than you That shirt'll do something, you ain't think a shirt could do I use to be a young a**hole Ain't sh** changed, I'm still in mash mode I roll around my city, on gla** fo's No pockets, them ain't my pants hoe What the f**, is a relationship Too much of a playa, to chase a b**h I'm Mr. Ruffle, I make the chips You taker a sh**, I take a trip I roll by myself, I don't need a lot of people But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot of people He a lot of Chrsitian, but he a lot of evil You can get a win, or a mack ten I want that white b**h, and her black friend I'm IRS cause I'm taxing, you 5K1 you ratting Telling on n***az, you a teacher's pet Never ever been in the game, a bleacher's vet Two hundred and twenty three quarters so far I'm balling, and I ain't took a breather yet b**h [Hook]