Zone! (feat. Jae Backedup)

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(Marzo got the Glock hoe)
In the window contemplating why them people want my soul
I don't really f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck with me, then don't f*ck 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 f*ck 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
(Uh-uh)
(Oh-ah)
(Uh)
(Oh-uh)
(Oh-uh)
(Mm)
(AH)

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