Zone! ft. Jae Backedup Lyrics

(Marzo got the Glock hoe)

In the window contemplating why them people want my soul

I don't really fuck with niggas, I'm the type to be alone

Tell me who I should call on, would they pick up the phone

Know some people yea, they gone, know some peeps without parole

When I heard that Trey died, I swear to God, that hurted me

I heard that T died, and I just woke up from some sleep

I can't let no shit slide, some of that shit had hurt me deep

I can't die like he died, he was too deep up in the streets, yeah

I'm in the zone, yeah, the way that I've been ballin', we ain't known to check the score, yeah

Been rappin' like Big Haulin', I told the opp's to check the score, yeah

He said the streets callin', I told luh' Brody to ignore it, yeah, yeah, don't fall my nigga

If I'm down bad on my ass, tell me who I can call my nigga

The one that's on your side, that wanna tear you down, my nigga

You catch her in the lie, she act like you don't call my nigga

Yeah

What she did is what it is, you gotta get it how you live

He been steady Tryna diss, we Tryna find out where he live

Since lil homie talkin' tough, they Tryna run up in his crib

He gone know this was a hit, he gotta pay for what he did

In the window contemplating, why them people want my soul

I don't really fuck with niggas, I'm the type to be alone

Tell me who I should call on, would they pick up the phone

You know some people, yeah, they gone, know some peeps without parole

He don't care if you outside, but he gon' care if you gon' ride

Not in no place to keep no beef, I'm not no leaf, man, I won't hide

He gon' see it once we creepin' on this block, man, come outside

He gon' see it once we creepin' on this block, man, come outside

I been Tryna manage late nights, I'm lonely

Might not be blood, but we feel you, my homie

Forever stay on all ten, yeah, that's what you had taught me

Been Tryna get out the mill, losing too many homie's

Mom, sorry, this ain't the way you raised me

Young nigga cold heart, but I wasn't always angry

Ma, they took my brothers from me, it was hard for me to breathe

Then they took my uncle from me, now it's hard for me to sleep

I barely pray, but I'm asking God, like, why you had to take them three

I gotta get my head right, but I think that's by smoking weed

Just look up in my damn eyes and tell me what the fuck you see

And bae, it ain't no damn lie, I'm who you want, you who I need, yeah

Punchin' in and punchin', I remember we was in a drought

If you ain't have a bed, had to sleep up on the couch or on the floor

Ain't fuck with me, then don't fuck with me now

slept on real niggas Tryna find a way out

Every time I call, motherfuckers don't answer

So, when they call, I press ignore

In the window contemplating why them people want my soul

I don't really fuck with niggas, I'm the type to be alone

Tell me who I should call on, would they pick up the phone

Know some people, yeah, they gone, know some peeps without parole

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