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principal - z (of firing squad) lyrics

[intro: z]
man z just trynna pull up to the show
chill with the family
hit the stage and get paid like arranged
and then on to the next you know
i’m trynna chill with my family man, and if you f*ck that up
i mean come one

[verse 1: z]
when i walk into the dark expect at least 50 by like nine o’clock
and where the f*ck the green room at?
so i can roll me some weed
i’m really easy going unless that payment in a funny spot
i mean what the f*ck’s a job though without some structure and a money drop
i’m cool with all the primes
so my kids love the perks that rapping got
but even more than that they hate the fact that i’m gone
so where my money at
i’m chilling with my people sipping corona’s till you find my scr*ps
and if yo ass is coming back the son of brain will catch you second lap
i just wanna chop it with the people
descent when swisher raps
i really wasn’t playing when i told you it was fam not fans
i’m in the venue conversating, faded exchanging bands
signing all these autographs cause at night they fall you had faulty plans
so lets get faded homies, cause i ain’t doing it
if they ain’t got my money, f*ck it z be over quick
it’s just the principle to sh*t
my life, like breathing is
onto the next till he’s scurving on my z sh*t
[hook: z]
if they ain’t paying me i’m scurving it’s the principle
i never take pain man i’m weak
just make the show pop homie i ain’t difficult
just wanna bless em with this heat
just make the show pop homie i ain’t difficult (x2)
people take pain man are weak

[verse 2: z]
performing since the 90s so don’t try me
i know my game homie
talk about the sun but worried you’re lying
it’s a shame homie
maneuvered like my whole squad of shooters
got questions ask for me
cause sh*t you see is that of medusa
this mic’s dead for me
just trynna party till we part and spin like air jordans
rocking parties at 4 in the morning cause the whole town open
my kids told me get this cheese
so don’t be round nosing
cough up a mouth spoken like i’m the account movement
try and party with his people
leave my tab open
every new night at seagle
see the bag coasting
sicker than a scab open
i just need my cash homie
i don’t wanna have the worldstar make my dash on em (i’m out)
i’m spending hours in the lab on em
so when i hit the stage i need my pager or my ad commas (pause motherf*ckers)
this music is my purpose, but this sh*t also my job so i’m just asking you respect it (c’mon)
[hook: z] (x2)
if they ain’t paying me i’m scurving it’s the principle
i never take pain man i’m weak
just make the show pop homie i ain’t difficult
just wanna bless em with this heat
just make the show pop homie i ain’t difficult (x2)
people take pain man are weak

- z of firing squad lyrics

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