Zane Unleashed Lyrics

Look at me now, eyes open. Back up, boy, this my moment

Wrap my street up, my homies. We be in a trap like white roses

We be in a trap like blind fights. Life's a gamble, I roll dice

Let it kiss me, I roll twice. I done beat the odds my whole life

He ain't fresh on that motorbike. You can't stand up and own the mic

He ain't bouncin' like booty shorts. He ain't fresh on them cold nights

Can't go home to folks when I roll by. Got him screamin' like, oh my

Got it in my bag, big money rollin'. French cup my wrist, so the timepiece keep showin'

Cross-laced my sneakers, and my size name rang

Blue on my soles, cause I'm stickin' to the game plan

Why you always try and kill my mood? Why you always gotta ruin things

Like really, bruh, who raised you? Why you gotta interrupt me, king

Man, I really wish you'd stop callin' my girlfriend with this nonsense

Blabberin' about where she been, she comin' back soon, so just stop it

House call, no rest. Run up on your shawty, then her friend next

House call, no text. I been up all night, baby, no stress