Z ro - Tall tale of a g Lyrics

Telling you a tall tale of a G
Cause everybody wanna be a G 4x

[Z Ro]
Hearing voices of the children of the corn
The mother that has finally been warned
Cause on a Polaroid in focus
There s a picture of my first born
I got a scary crimination, so I walked up in his room
And he spoke his first words daddy s gonna die soon
Running through the metals, people running
When they see me coming, a mother calling to her son
That s telling me to watch my back, I m being hunted
Then it was gone, I turned around it had to be on
But then I had found, it was gonna be hard
For me to make it to the crib, cause niggas had me surrounded
Then all of a sudden, it was first and ten
Cause a nigga fell lite to the do
Set trying to raise up out of that hoe
I step in and checking chins, broke loose with a loose tooth
I m headed for that Cadillac, all of a sudden I felt cock
Needled ghosts steals that appear in my calf, now stick in my
back
Then fired one, now I made it to the car and I crunked that hoe
And I hollered you niggas won t get me
Then I backdo the beltway back to Mo City
But there s a Regal trailing close up on my fender
But in my hand, I got the synthetic rubber death
Automatic life ender, he s in the right lane and I m in the left
So I hit the break and he hit the gas, and as he passed
I busted a shot that broke the glass
And the car was swerving, wondering to a Bourbon
Crashed in a diesel, then it burst to flames
I thought it was over, till the nigga pulled up in the Nova, uh
Now I m doing 85 up ahead, out the window hollering catch me if
you can
Could not lose him its still a pursuit, chasing till we hit
Ridgevan
Pulled up in the front of the crib, put the Lac in park
And I unloaded the Mac, and I m kinda cold
Cause the favorite mask of a mama
Bullet had my shirt spinning to my back
But I ain t got time to bleed, cause I m getting up out of the
car
Trying to catch my breath, and I heard screeching tires
And a bunch of foot steps, running with these niggas coming
I m getting ready to split some wigs, but running up out of the
driveway
There s a carriage that contains my kid
I dropped my strap, and hollered I ma save you
They fin to kill your daddy but don t worry, you can resurrect
me later
I m almost dead but to my surprised, I done visualized

That nigga done rose up out of the carriage, I seen his big
brown eyes
I shed a tear running to him, thinking I could use my body
To shield him from the blast
And I heard f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k everybody crashed
Then the niggas was gone and that was that, and since I couldn t
breathe
I put down my self destruct, and I passed
That god damn thang to my baby boy
But I thought to myself, I can t just go out like no f**king
flame
Got re gather my nuts, and make these hoes recognize my f**king
name
I m ready to give up the ghost, and my first mind said close
your eyes
But my second mind it said over ride, the first mind and grab
yo nine
So I stood to my feet, covered in blood catch a slug
That busted my ribs, and I grabbed that damn thang
From my baby boy, and I put him back in the crib
And since aggravation had my def callade, I put up the Mac
And I passed up the nine, and I strapped on a hand grenade
Got back in the car, only reason I see is bodies stacked
Fired up the dank, and I hit it so hard
The smoke started seeping up out the holes in my back
I crunked up the car, for my final ride
Wipe the blood off the locs, and put the Lac in drive
Motherf**kers better be ready to die, cause death is close
We gon go, out like G s and continue to plot on his ghost
I m 28 plus all of my fate, hitting what do you know
Recognized the Nova, parked the car
And made my way to the do , they slamming them boulders
Jamming on Screw, and sipping on hennessey
Without any warning I kicked open the do
And said do you remember me
They jumped up quick, I grabbed the hand grenade
And shut the f**king do , and then I felt the heat from a 4 4
They hit the deck, but it really don t matter no mo
They tried to get out, but my nigga we locked in
There was a grenade in my hand, I dropped the pin

*talking*
Know I m saying, going out like G s
Because we are G s, I wanna say what s up to my G s
Hermwood Fisher, Rockesh, Dave V
My niggas on lock, Grady
You know what I m sayin, I see that
Mike D on lock, real G s
Rest in peace to my G s
Killa Stains, A.K.A. LL, rest in peace
I see you up there balling, man hold up
Real G s, do you wanna be a G
To G or not to G for real
F**k you fakers

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