ZThaDon - Ohio Shit

Yeah, yeah
ZThaDon in this muddatrucka
You feel me?
2023
This the year I'm really bout to let some shit pop off
You feel me?
This Cincinnati, Cleveland, Columbus, Toledo
We all poppin' up
We gon' show you how Ohio take over this shit
But especially this nasty Nati nigga
Yeah, look
Smoke the beat, it's blazin' good
You would it was chronic
This that fresh off the block, then changin' the topic
New in the game, the enemy see me as the biggest target
No mortal kombat, but my victories only be flawless (finish him)
Rest in peace to OG Nipsey, my niggas on Slauson
From Cali to the nasty Nati, y'all know how we rockin
It's death before dishonor, homie, fuck drippin' like faucets
Way these shorties, legs be open, we makin' deposits
Pillow talkin' with my pistol, she wet when I cock it
Reload it, and then continue to blow up my targets
My flow, west-side, la vida loca
Gave my shorty TLC, so now she swear she Left Eye
I just sell it how it is, ain't always gon' pacify
She sent yo ass a "goodnight", but let me work the supplies
They wanna lock me down for life for all the rappers I murdered
I took their beat and perfected they flow, they got panic disorder
The niggas in my city show pity whenever I'm litty
I turned his girl into a boss, and now she flexin' her pinky
Those the dreams a nigga be havin', I work like the Sabbath
Cuz on the seventh day, I'ma let all the lil homies have it
I'm risin' to fame, fortune to gain money and power
But in the same lane, I peep some lames, tryna devour my lyrical wave
It's diggin' graves, body go sour, inside of your brain
It's diggin' graves, pick out your flowers (damn zach)
It's murder rap, straight terror, clean your fingers
The DEA is gettin' clever, now clear the error
I'm takin' over this era, and the next, I'm your grandkids' god-rapper
Without the strap, it's automatic, no Velcro
Snoopy badass, my nigga, welcome to death row
Forget the haters, they watchin', so COINTELPRO
I like when I make niggas confused, it's my ego
And Pusha T, you my nigga, but let the crack go
Only thing you pushin' is 50 and not in kilos (my nigga you old)
Everybody get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
So as I continue to bare arms like a Klondike
I'ma carry more straps than a Blond dyke
How long will they mourn me? RIP To Big Syke
PAC told me not to stop at them red lights
He can't smoke me like a pack, I'm too cancerous
He ain't your homie if he don't say, say dangerous
I'm from the Nastiest Nati, you niggas heard of us
Forever one love, one blood, and one cuz, baby, cause I'm gone
(Damn, Zach, what, you done)
Sike, finna shit on you niggas again
Like, put me in the ring with giants, I'm clashing
Saw the money in they flaws, I pulled out a magnet
Never cared if a mutha couldn't give me a bother
I wasn't born to make sense, I was born to make a dollar
I said I'm makin' dollars, baby, I'm a shot-caller
I be zoomin' down the city, In Chevy impalas
She like, watch out, how you movin'? Call me daddy, daughter
She said, wait, what you mean? I said, baby, Nauda
Ha, I don't got no time no more
I'm like Nintendo with that 64, baby, no more
I go crazy every time, a high note, crescendo
I got that 100 C-note, call me smooth criminal, no
Mike Jack, she like the way I dance and it's going like
Back, back, I don't got no time for niggas cuz I said, get my flow back
Damn, hold on, baby, this is not Kodak
That's Lil' Nigga ZThaDon, 513 on that
Hey, baby girl, you like the way we dancin' and sayin' that
I know because your last nigga was only be sayin' cap
And that city, it's the story of a nigga
Who takin' over, uh

Written by:
Zachary Dangerfield

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