Zro Keep Runnin lyrics

f/ O-N-E, Mr. Drastic



[Z-Ro]

I pledge allegiance, to getting my cash on

Either ligalo with a glock, and my mask on

I gotta go get it, cause I got an appetite

Down to run up in your residence, and blast on sight

It`s for the paper it`s for the bread, it`s for the feddy

Seventeen stash spots, between the Dodge and the Chevy

Fuck the whole wide world, it`s just me and my songs

Constantly moving on, to find a better place to call home

Keep running, but always look where you going

Whether it`s sunny or snowing, them people`ll kick your do` in

They keep coming, I had to gather up my rocks

And relocate blocks, and set up my shop away from the cops

Cause I`m a hustler, slash all that

With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs

That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera

Z-Ro running game, two thousand two steps ahead of you



[Hook]

Keep running

Keep on running



[Mr. Drastic]

I`m on a whole nother level, now I`m running for the devil

When I finally get the shovel, I`ma bury him mayn

Bringing true to the game, so I`m putting God first

No burden I can`t handle, I done been through the worst

Now it`s time for the better, me and Ro getting setter

Drop the top in rainy weather, and I`m loving it mayn

From the cradle to the grave, no more being a slave

When you see me best believe me, I be off of the chain

Gripping the grain doing the thang, with Gene and Day

Screaming my name, before I go on I make em pay

Business first, making sure my money is straight

I`m loving the hate, because it`s keeping food on the plate

It`s later and Ro, yeah you know we running the show

Getting the do`, rapper slash CEO

Wherever I go, I always be the number one stunning

So you better keep on running



[Hook - 2x]



[O-N-E]

Everyday is a struggle, so I gotta get up and get it

I`m dodging the federalies, trying to stack my mill ticket

It`s wicked up in these streets, if you don`t work you don`t eat

That`s why my eyes are wide open, never falling asleep

I roll O-N-E deep, cause I don`t need no niggas

They hold you down everytime, when you trying to stack figgas

I`m clutching chrome plated triggas, that`s keeping these bitches running

Faster than Forest Gump, that twist and turn when they coming

I been a hustler for a hustler, was even thinking of hustling

And sold every kinda drug, and that`s the end of discussion

I`m not trusting nan nigga, nan bitch or friend

Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end

I`m dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold

No baking soda it`s over, I`m mixing O-N-E do`

When it`s finally wrapped in plastic, then shipped to the stores

We`ll be them seven figga niggas, O-N-E and Z-Ro



[Hook - 4x]