Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Keep Runnin Lyrics

f/ O-N-E, Mr. Drastic

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on

 Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on

 I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite

 Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight

 It's for the paper it's for the bread, it's for the feddy

 Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy

 Fuck the whole wide world, it's just me and my songs

 Constantly moving on, to find a better place to call home

 Keep running, but always look where you going

 Whether it's sunny or snowing, them people'll kick your do' in

 They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks

 And relocate blocks, and set up my shop away from the cops

 Cause I'm a hustler, slash all that

 With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs

 That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera

 Z-Ro running game, two thousand two steps ahead of you

 

 [Hook]

 Keep running

 Keep on running

 

 [Mr. Drastic]

 I'm on a whole nother level, now I'm running for the devil

 When I finally get the shovel, I'ma bury him mayn

 Bringing true to the game, so I'm putting God first

 No burden I can't handle, I done been through the worst

 Now it's time for the better, me and Ro getting setter

 Drop the top in rainy weather, and I'm loving it mayn

 From the cradle to the grave, no more being a slave

 When you see me best believe me, I be off of the chain

 Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day

 Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay

 Business first, making sure my money is straight

 I'm loving the hate, because it's keeping food on the plate

 It's later and Ro, yeah you know we running the show

 Getting the do', rapper slash CEO

 Wherever I go, I always be the number one stunning

 So you better keep on running

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [O-N-E]

 Everyday is a struggle, so I gotta get up and get it

 I'm dodging the federalies, trying to stack my mill ticket

 It's wicked up in these streets, if you don't work you don't eat

 That's why my eyes are wide open, never falling asleep

 I roll O-N-E deep, cause I don't need no niggas

 They hold you down everytime, when you trying to stack figgas

 I'm clutching chrome plated triggas, that's keeping these bitches running

 Faster than Forest Gump, that twist and turn when they coming

 I been a hustler for a hustler, was even thinking of hustling

 And sold every kinda drug, and that's the end of discussion

 I'm not trusting nan nigga, nan bitch or friend

 Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end

 I'm dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold

 No baking soda it's over, I'm mixing O-N-E do'

 When it's finally wrapped in plastic, then shipped to the stores

 We'll be them seven figga niggas, O-N-E and Z-Ro

 

 [Hook - 4x]