doing just fine

they say success is the best revenge

that's the reason i'm always on my grind

i promise to god

i ain't got no paper to lend

ya'll motherfuckers must be out ya'll mind

and i don't really give a fuck if you be family or friend

i ain't giving up one god damn dime

i'm leaving all you bitches behind

i'm leaving all you bitches behind

that's right

z-ro the crooked

king of the ghetto

and the mo city don

that's a hell of a man

and he ain't trying to buy no wolf tickets either homie

so ain't no use in selling em man

you damn right a hell of a hustle ain't gon get you nothing but some hell of a grands

no feeling like money in my hand

money over bitches i know you understand

that's right

i'm doing just fine

homie i don't need no help

especially when it comes to spending my wealth

i'm doing just fine

i'm one deep because i love myself

envy and jealousy is bad for my health

i'm doing just fine

without you in my life

i don't need you in my life

i don't want you in my life

all i want

is the cash

all of ya'll can kiss my ass

i'm still a gangsta

pussy niggaz better stay up out my way

frown on my face i'm holding my h.k. handling bidness digging ditches everyday hey

still a gangsta

pussy niggaz better stay up out my way

and i'm a be a real nigga til i'm old and grey

and the whole world wanna know just what i've got to say

s.u.c. until i d-i-e

that's all i ever will be

i'm a keep holding it down

and doing this damn thing for my town

none of you bitches ain't gotta come around

and it's gon be like that till i'm in the ground that's right

i use to have a love jones for this chick named lisa

now my love jones is for the mastercard or the visa

ain't no love in my heart

homie it's col' like keisha

nine ounces in the door panel

a couple of mo' in the speaker

i get a ticket down in texas

ain't gon give em a reason

to put me in jail it's even

and gone a couple of seasons

i'm trying to stack my paper taller than a great dane

joseph wayne mcvey ain't saving no bitches

cause he ain't got a cape mayn

bitch

you ain't smoking my weed for free

and don't offer me none of your raggedy booty

that ain't nothing to me

and while ya'll getting-getting some head

i'm getting-getting some bread

and while ya'll fellas relaxing

i'll be getting-getting ahead

screwed up click until i die

mayn i'm so high

i don't think i can drive

that's why i'm riding shotgun

with my shotgun

one nigga disrepect

and get your whole block done

done

ha-ha

king of the ghetto entertainment

rap-a-lot records in this bitch

what it do big chief

what up j

what up all my niggaz in mo city

we on our motherfucking own nigga

you know i'm saying

the down south shit nigga

screwston texas nigga

al-motherfucking-ready

heavy like a '57 cheve

already going down country tunes

r.i.p. pimp

still going down in the south

bitch yeah