In My Prime Lyrics

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In My Prime Lyrics

by Z-Ro

f/ Trey D



[Hook]

In my prime, and its bout my time to shine

Had enough of struggling, now I'm destined for dolla signs

In my prime, know you hate on all my rhymes

Trying to be a living legend, in my lifetime



[Z-Ro]

In my prime, I'm professing my reason for rhyme

From the slum trying to shine, stacking nickels and dimes

And pursueded the bigger picture, with the states and lace

Jesse James of the rap game, nothing but yellow tape

Homicide when I ride, watch me glide like glide

Killer we still fried and died, and laid to the side

When from cracks to dats man, that's why the ride sprayed

Chunking hundreds off the stage, cause my bills is paid

Pimping the pen up in a ga-gangsta, a-stacking change

Respect the So-a-Southside, ru-a-running thangs

Ain't no beefing with the No-a-North, ain't no pl-a-plex

Just collided and provided you, with music for your deck

'78 Impala Cheve, sitting on top of Yokohama

Moving like I'm the Daytona, transporting marijuana

I sing to a song-a, paid for it you a loner

I ball if I wanna, while turning heads on every corner



[Hook - 2x]



[Trey D]

In my prime, to see the hustling nickels and dimes

Got a smile on my face, but everything ain't fine

Stay on my grind, I had to keep a cool mind frame

Day dreaming and fantasizing, FED's calling my name

Am I insane, just think that I would wanna be rich

Though I'm living in a dream, and still loving this shit

The shoes fit, the game bout to get bent for chedda

Pull up on a box of chedda, with this black baretta

Trend setter, while FED's be all up in your name

Got a slug to fit your brain, for this kilo of caine

What's my name, Trey D's the nigga that's tatted and all

I live to do you harm, with this mic in my palm

Am I the one, to shoot off in they face like cum

Three times bright as the sun, and your girl time to bond

So forward run, but the K is gonna track you down

For these heros trying Z-Ro, bout to mash and climb



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

In my prime, cause everyday I shine like the sun

Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs

Remember me like Vietnam, with a pistol in my palm

Bout to move my killa swarm, you should of remained calm

We some wig splitters, dumping bullets up in your liver

You shake and you shiver, nothing but casualties I deliver

Ain't no time for plex, me and that Young collect checks

Fellas be bumping and better respect, and running a check all Mo City bets

Z-Ro the po', coming through the do', with a loaded four-four

From the 44 to Ridgemont 4, taking trips to Akapoko

See my ends they done met with blood, tears and sweat

26 letters the alphabet, all rap I make bets

Pimping a pen and straight collecting my feddy, its so lovely

My bath water stay bubbly, when I had some of ugly

You can't touch me, I think I got it under control

I'm feeling my riches ain't too big, its just my pockets on swoll



[Hook - 2x]