Boing Boing - The Seige

Z.E.R.O.S.

that’s right

I pay way too much for my flights

I pay way too much for my clothes

I’m just too damn cool for these hoes

Someone please just hand me my phone

So I can get back into my zone

Everyone just leave me alone

I’m just way too lit for this

All I ever wanted was a hand full of hundreds

All I ever needed was a girl who’s conceited

Gold on my neck boy I ain’t trying to flex

But I’m shining so hard even blind people see it

Stepping out the wagon, that’s 200,000

Bright red paint got it looking like a dragon

That’s what you get from a hard day of trapping

I’m lit lit lit man the sauce just splashing

Don’t that shit sound familiar

Lame ass rhymes these rap dudez deliver

Can’t trust ya’ll I stay La Familia

Knock down walls nigga break down the pillars

Hands to the ceiling (uh), hands in the air

Spread that wealth throw them bands everywhere

Material chick know I’m royalty

Suck this dick baby, Imma shoot gold in your hair

Turn everything up

Turn everything up

Turn everything ah

Turn everything ah

Welcome to the land of the greed

Welcome to the home of the slave

Run up in your house while you sleep

What’s the number to the mother fucking safe

Niggas going from the cradle to grave

You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave

'Bout to go Django Unchained

Girls do anything to get back stage, turn everything up

Money ain’t everything but pops taught me how to stack green up

Black King Tut

High school friends selling drugs out the same house where I grew up

That’s how you really give back to your community

I don’t settle for less, I’m getting what I need

I know people locked up for only using weed

How did Hillary Clinton get immunity, huh?

(I don’t know why that’s funny)

Everyday is Halloween, huh?

Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?

Freddy Krueger in your dreams, huh?

Load up clips and make a scene, huh?

They putting lies on the screen

Black & gold everything

We going crazy, we jumping round like marines

We rage against the machine

Nigga we the kings, you ready?

Hol' up man, my niggas tripping (whoo)

Turn everything whoo

Turn everything ah

Turn everything ah

That’s it

That’s all

Turn everything down