Pot of Gold

[Intro: Z]
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FiringSquad Music
It's a family thing for me
There's a lot of artists though
That might be in it for the wrong reason
This shit is natural to me
I wake up
I can gas in your face any fucking time I want
That's the difference

[Verse 1: Z]
These rappers talk aggressive
Unaware the Brain is right behind you
And I speak in unknown level skills
Just have your steel trynna get inside you
Tap you on your shirt, remind you
I'm Blanka volt just swing at Ryu
And if I'm talking shit about you, I'mma slow it down before I run it by you
Surviving when my people swing, rapping all that gameplay
So if you speak my name have you get the stained stains till the ruckus quiet
Homie this ain't second thought
My breath has taught, I'mma step to riots
80s baby, brain and water dying
Lil homie this how Jesus walked
Dimming straight for your featherweights
Better up the plates so your chest don't break
Before they talking through Ouija boards, cause I'm eating chords if they hesitate
I'm nothing like these faggot rappers
I'm reaching out when I levitate
If I'm talking shit I respect the fake
Cause where I'm from there ain't no getting by it
But all these rappers these days steady spit game till the bitch deny it
Homie they hit replay to laugh at E-stains and defined his lying
Laughing at these rappers so hard I was almost fucking crying
Posted blowing triple bleezies
Getting sucked while this track rewinding
If you beefing hit the show and find me
I'm staging steady climbing
I'm pouring Grey Goose in my Red Bull when they run that money by me
I'm done fucking with these pussies hit that douche
Get gliding
I'm slapping in the whip residing wherever they keep that money riding
C'mon and try me

[Bridge: Z]
Homie this is Squad, Brain
Anybody fucking with it come holler at me
The way I see it, you can put a artist into a studio
And make them sound great
But that artist will never have the capability to prove their worth
I'm not lying
It'll be your whole career of insecurities

[Verse 2: Z]
If they want Z it's not their regular
I leave 'em mangled and still my pistol cool
Wake up and take my kids to school cause I'm a grown man homie
Don't take time just to convince these fools
Cause I got family y'all finna institute
Their lives they core and some pussies too
But I'll take mine homie
I was raised up in a time you talk
You're front-lined homie
And if a rapper wasn't spitting bars their love died on me
The want hands they can come hit this tar
I run like stogies
Or park the van, you made me stop this car
You'll love thy police
No faking homie
This how I live my life
The majority of 'em often lie
The internet's they Popeye spice
So I blew the bars and dicked their wife
My mental says I'm sick for life
And the brainiacs and brains can be so
They're talking bad I choke they throats
They try to squirm, they get the knife
I'm that soft, before grandpa passed he told me live my life
So I'm knocking motherfuckers off and then sending prayers
He my Jesus Christ
My Jesus Christ
My Jesus Christ
My Jesus Christ
My Jesus Christ

[Bridge: Z]
You're probably on my show to watching me murder all these fucking rappers
But nobody want the burger
I go berzerker and smoke a bleezy after
This shit is natural to me
There's hardly any effort
But I'm tired of all these fake pussy MCs trynna think they rappers

[Outro: Z]
It's a glorious situation
If you talented that shit gon' show
But the moment they start calling you out
Landslide