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It's two oh 23 & Zone don't needa sell alot (No)
In year number 7 I still slow cook like crockpots (Yee)
This the longest i ever went without a f*ckin drop (F*ck)
It was a rough year i still shoutout the f*ckin opps (Shout out)
Been traumatized & hypnotized can't let my mama down (Zone)
Take that hit to the chin & watch how i rebound (Zone)
Can drag me through the mud i still come out without a frown (Yee)
It's gone take more than that to take my f*ckin crown (Uh Huh)
Gotta lotta anger for my people we needa do better (Do better)
U seize the opportunity & somehow they still hate ya (F*ck)
Turn on u for the good but witchu for the hood (Yee)
Don't do business wit ya family that's understood
On blood pressure pills got me faintin in my living room (Room)
I assume (Ssume)
I was doomed fresh out that doctor room (Yee Yee)
Wanted to give up
Feel like my life is f*cked up (F*cked up)
But i been feelin this way since i was leaned up (Uh Huh)
I'm tlkin way before this rap shit i used to cut up (Yee)
Thousand dollar baby had to get it out the gravy (Yee)
Still ain't where i needa be i shoulda joined the navy (Zone)
Got bigger ambitions now this shit ain't f*ckin easy dawg (No)

Shit ain't f*ckin easy dawg

It ain't

I'm tlkin 27 now still ride around wit blickies (Yee)
Lotta niggas dyin now & it ain't for they cookies (Yee Yee)
Niggas still be amateurs can we enjoy the rookies (Yee)
Oh damn f*ck there go another one RIP (F*ck)
Glad to see my legacy still write its history (Zone)
One of the realest left in Middle 6 that's Tennessee (Yee Yee)
Don't give a f*ck if my city proud of me my fans & family will make em all remember me
Zone Ashnah
Out the booth got money to improve ion have no greed
RIP to keed
This mic is here is all i f*ckin need (Zone)

This all I

Zone
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It's two oh 23 & Zone don't needa sell alot (No)
In year number 7 I still slow cook like crockpots (Yee)
This the longest i ever went without a f*ckin drop (F*ck)
It was a rough year i still shoutout the f*ckin opps (Shout out)
Been traumatized & hypnotized can't let my mama down (Zone)
Take that hit to the chin & watch how i rebound (Zone)
Can drag me through the mud i still come out without a frown (Yee)
It's gone take more than that to take my f*ckin crown (Uh Huh)
Gotta lotta anger for my people we needa do better (Do better)
U seize the opportunity & somehow they still hate ya (F*ck)
Turn on u for the good but witchu for the hood (Yee)
Don't do business wit ya family that's understood
On blood pressure pills got me faintin in my living room (Room)
I assume (Ssume)
I was doomed fresh out that doctor room (Yee Yee)
Wanted to give up
Feel like my life is f*cked up (F*cked up)
But i been feelin this way since i was leaned up (Uh Huh)
I'm tlkin way before this rap shit i used to cut up (Yee)
Thousand dollar baby had to get it out the gravy (Yee)
Still ain't where i needa be i shoulda joined the navy (Zone)
Got bigger ambitions now this shit ain't f*ckin easy dawg (No)

Shit ain't f*ckin easy dawg

It ain't

I'm tlkin 27 now still ride around wit blickies (Yee)
Lotta niggas dyin now & it ain't for they cookies (Yee Yee)
Niggas still be amateurs can we enjoy the rookies (Yee)
Oh damn f*ck there go another one RIP (F*ck)
Glad to see my legacy still write its history (Zone)
One of the realest left in Middle 6 that's Tennessee (Yee Yee)
Don't give a f*ck if my city proud of me my fans & family will make em all remember me
Zone Ashnah
Out the booth got money to improve ion have no greed
RIP to keed
This mic is here is all i f*ckin need (Zone)

This all I

Zone
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Writer: Reginald Wade
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Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Reginald Wade

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