Z-Ro - Legendary

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{Verse}
Yeah…
Pull up knocking my own shit
Cup of drank, and a Reeses Pieces
I don’t fuck with leases
If I’m behind the wheel I own it
Bad bitch and she gotta be sitting on grown men
Tell me what the fuck you want from me
If you ain’t talking about no money get the fuck off my phone then
Jacker run up on me, I’m a blow your dome in
Even though I got a C on my back, and my car got a B on it's back
But we still get along then
I always look like “please leave me the fuck alone then…”
Niggas excited wanna get a picture, but really be trying to getcha
Fucking with me, I bet they gon dead before the song end
I started this singing and rapping shit way back in 96’
Just me and Bone Thugs and Harmony and Klondike Kat who else that’s it
19 years later still running on this Rap A Lot lawn Rappers
Yes I’m running that
So many haters on my way every day
Every time I get an opportunity they jump in front of that
Sold my Bentley I had to get another one
If I don’t do no shows I’m gonna suffer some
These men just always be trippin
I’m a do it myself
Fuck trying to find another one
I see smiling faces, but behind smiling faces
They be so evil
So if you see me in public don’t run up on me homie
Fuck you and fuck your people

{Hook}

Legendary is my middle name
The realest ever is my boulevard
I can do nothing with no pocket change
I fear no man I only fear my Lord
This one for my real G’s throwing up your hood
This one for my real G’s diamonds up against the wood
This one for my real G’s coming down looking good
And this one for my real G’s

{Verse}

I’m way too real for them and that’s why they can’t feel me
I was ready to give up the rap game
And pick up a kilo of cocaine
I don’t think y’all really hear me
If you a weak ass nigga don’t bring none of that damn near me
I’m the muthafucking man around here
You don’t need no glances
You don’t even need a shot of Visine to see it clearly
I know you don’t wanna see me living swell
Lay down a muthafucker coz I’m having a ball
You wanna see me in a living hell
This lil nigga named Sam think he live like me
Put his bitch ass in a hospital
He won’t survive like me
They say they love God, they really love Satan
Yes they sold they soul, guess they got tired of waiting
Just coz you ain't’ signed right now
That don’t mean you ain’t never gonna sign
All you had to do is keep on praying
Pants so tight boy you need to be ashamed
Legs looking like a man with the legs of a Great Dane
No sweat suit model ass nigga you a lame
You’s a bitch, in my book I’m a call you Jane
Hard as a muthafucker on your album cover huh
Catch yo ass in real life and you ain't’ fucking with a brother huh
That’s why I bought yo ass a Chevrolet
While I be on corners in that Bently Coupe like every day
Ro tha Vandross

{Bridge}

They put a hit on me
But I don’t really give a shit homie
I got more than just that 45th on me
And I’m knocking all y’all haters down like dominos

{Chorus}

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Joseph Wayne McVey IV (born January 19, 1977), better known by his stage name Z-Ro, is an American hip-hop recording artist from Missouri City, TX. While he is most famous in the American South, especially Houston, where he is a local icon, Z-Ro’s two-decade-plus career as a fiercely independent workaholic has not gone unnoticed in the larger world of music: sources as diverse as The New York Times, Complex, and Westword have called him one of the most underrated rappers on the planet.

Z-Ro is well-known for his introverted, sometimes gloomy persona (he has been open both in song and in interviews about his periodic bouts with depression), and his ability to shift seamlessly between rapping and singing, often in a single line. Above all, he is known for his unbelievably prolific output: in the two decades following his 1998 debut, Look What You Did To Me, he released twenty-one official solo albums, seven more albums as part of groups like Guerilla Maab and ABN (Assholes by Nature), a dozen mixtapes, and still found the time to drop guest verses or sing hooks on well over a hundred tracks by other artists, including Southern luminaries like Rick Ross, Scarface, Bun B, and Slim Thug.

McVey’s mother died when he was six years old, and he spent the rest of his childhood and teenage years being shuttled between the homes of various relatives, as well as occasional periods of homelessness which would extend into his early twenties. Inspired to start rapping in his teens by the music of 2Pac, Geto Boys, and local Houston standouts such as Street Military, K-Rino and Klondike Kat, he developed a talent for freestyling. Combined with his deep, soulful singing voice (by necessity, according to Z-Ro himself, as in the early days he could not have afforded to hire outside singers to deliver his hooks), a signature style emerged: a laid-back, conversational flow, with occasional rhythmic flourishes and the tendency to break into singing at any moment. (This was unique at the time; Drake was years away and while Bone Thugs n' Harmony did plenty of singing, the sung parts and rapped parts of their songs tended to be cleanly separated.)

Z-Ro’s first break into the music industry was his discovery by the legendary DJ Screw, who was revolutionizing the Houston scene, and would eventually influence hip-hop worldwide, with his slow, woozy, cough syrup-fueled “chopped n' screwed” remixes. Screw brought the young Z-Ro into his Screwed Up Click, a large collective of like-minded artists. Though Screw himself died in 2000, Z-Ro continues to identify with the collective, and several Click members remain frequent collaborators to the present day.

Since then, Z-Ro has grown into a Houston-area legend, a true institution who seems content to count his stacks, drop a new album every single year, and pop up whenever an old friend like Scarface needs a hook delivered with a particular bluesy menace: