Zito's INT.erlude ft. Christian Robinson Lyrics

It's Z i T O

The PATHS CEO that

Know Neos and Ricos

They'll both shoot at your people

Gettin Paid in Full in this Matrix they created but fuck it my nigga

It beats having a day shift

Made my, way through a maze

Climbed up a mountain

Took a leap of faith

Fell into a fountain

Thank you father

I need to thank you harder

All the, prayers I bartered

I could drop a mixtape called Prayers from the Projects

Went from ducking under windows to limbo on islands

I, came in a coupe, left in a jet

Started from pissy elevators and crack flips on the steps

I played in games missing a ref in game 6, I blame this

Ambition on the forefathers that came before us

From the Jordans, The Pippens, The Globetrotters

To the Jiggas, the Nas's, the Dmx's

Fab with the Jersey's, Baby with the necklace

I hear they're taking in the hood and the topic is me

But it's, harder to see when I'm on Redondo Beach

And the drone delivers the food, the weed and the bottles of Veev

Trying to get these models to leave

And i think I said Veev

But I, meant to say Veuve

Move crews too

Bruise crews too

Talk goes through us

Lost some close to us

Found out they was Judas

How you don't believe in God but say his name when you're breathin

Don't follow the heathens

Eating on a bad lil vegan like she's Poly-panesian

I got the sauce

We go to Chic-Fil-A on Sunday

That's our little secret, I'm a boss

I try to tell them even God got opps

My opportunities were moving me I dodged them shots

And I told you I'd be back for you

But some people take your promises back for you

Went from scheming to schematicals

I dont a soul that could tell me what to do now

Walk up in the spot like

Let me speak to Juntao

Because Rush Hour is the tempo

See I ride in the Benz slow

High with the tint low

Now I'm walking through looking like X in the belly intro

Nigga what you in for

I still might be the plug I could socket to you

Young urban legend like the state prop pocket rumors

And its still bars nigga It's not just jewelry and cars nigga

It's mansions too

I'm in the Hamptons too

With a bad thin boo

With an ass so fat if you smack it would shake from North Philly to Isantbul

It's that Bull

Zito in the flesh

A heater and a vest

Something I never wanna look at again

All I want to look at is friends hopping in and out

Their Benzes or pjs where we play and we stay

Give that young man money

Shoutout to the N-C Double-E-A

We play on billboards, commercials, tv screens, movie screens

Show these young kings who to dream

How to dream

Had a dream and I caught that

Lost it all fought back

Knocking like (knock, knock, knock), where the next door at

Leave you on the floor flat

In tha meantime