Topnotch Zion - Warning

I still I still gotta make it home
Riding with my dawg no matter what no matter he right or wrong
Residue on the top part of my cup lean in my styrofoam
All type of different colors in my bankroll they gotta get along
And that's facts namsayinn the money can't be arguing with the money

I might treat her like a queen if we vibe
Hustling through the week but I make church to pay my tithes
I might fail but never give up because at least I had tried
Keep driving in and out my life you gone need sum tires
And that's your warning
Have the time I'm living this shit but I don't enjoy it
And half the time they just be talking I just ignore it
Trynna turn them whips that we sliding now into foreigns

I cut some people off I got rid of the dead weight
I fucked her once and earned a spot inside her head space
She say she can't even cap I cross her mind like everyday
Aint trynna get jammed we took our time and found another way
I know you charging for that pussy but you don't make me pay
No second guess ima go all in I ain't gone hesitate
She care bout time she just want to vibe she like dinner dates
Stay on my 10 thats at all times ima hold my weight
Trying to run this shit up like too high then go buy real estate
Turning you right on yo side then I penetrate
I pray that me and all my dawgs make it to them heaven gates
Get in my mode and ion wanna talk and I'm like give me space
I'm big on vibes can read ya vibe and I can feel the hate
Ian even sure that one lil meal is even gone fill the plate
I lost my grandma that shit hurt and I still feel a way
Know a killer that make bond he'll kill tomorrow he'll kill today
Aye and what's the definition of a nigga being real
Cuz everybody claiming to be real ain't real
Why where we come from its kill or be killed
Ain't no killing me I'm strapped up
I got killers on high speed if I need back up
This ain't the last time you seen me bitch i'm racked up
She a city girl you don't give her sum then she gone act up
I got potnas that go on moves they like to mask up
They had it hard ain't nobody show them how to stack up
Trynna show them how to get it and get that bag up
Trynna see that tv screen when I back up

I might treat her like a queen if we vibe
Hustling through the week but I make church to pay my tithes
I might fail but never give up cuz at least I had tried
Keep driving in and out my life you gone need sum tires
And that's- your warning
Have the time I'm living this shit but I don't enjoy it
And half the time they just be talking I just ignore it
Trying to turn them whips that we sliding now into foreigns

Written by:
Zion Hyder

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