Zion I Follow

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We gon' bounce to this one yall
All the way, c'mon
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, now when the world full of pain hard struggle and stress
The buddah say it's all sufferin and I'm still here blessed
Just to breathe please believe I'm way out west
Oakland the peep stack what the pimps to rest
And the mean mugs and thugs will test ya chest
It be so easy for me to be a pessimist
But I'm still here rhymin'
Still chart climbin'
Addicted to the game like I'm all 'caine vibin'
It's really all organic
So mama don't panic
Your son ain't a crack fiend
Even though I back lean
Hard on the verse 'til my shit sound clean
The mega lord mix for the soul and sheen
Unseen at the night
Why you sleep what I like?
I slave to the beat
Twisted 'til it feel tight
Then take it to the soundproof booth for the mic
The only thing in life that always make me feel right

(Hook)
So my peoples get high
So they soul can spit
Some drink water fire what do that brick
Some make hard love until it starts to sting
I stay rhyming doin my thing
Some shorties get smart getting brain and kicks
Some homies get by with that one night fling
Some even go to church prayin on they sin
I stay rhyming doin my thing, its my thing

In school I did cool always got them grades
But I acted real bad so the teacher say
Whatchu gonna do boy you gotta go get paid
And I’ll be rhyming, doin my thing
And when I wrote they would joke that I wouldn’t be shit
Cuz we was rocking high fashion on counterfeit
Tryin to learn a new dance step and feel legit
Get a girl with a booty and real big tits
It was crazy homeboy my mind was warped
Buy the 40 ounce bottle so we could tell whos too short
It was my taste to sure didn’t know what it for
I just wanna be a rapper wanna go on tour
Yeah hoochies in a hojo
Life move slow mo
Fastforward today on planes doin promo
Now you see who I am
Emcee to the heart I’m a funky jam

(Hook)
So my peoples get high
So they soul can spit
Some drink water fire what do that break
Some make hard love until it starts to sting
I stay rhyming doin my thing
Some shorties get smart getting brain and kicks
Some homies get by with that one night fling
Some even go to church prayin on they sin
I stay rhyming doin my thing, its my thing
Haha-ha-ha my thing..haha-ha-ha my thing it’s my thing (Forreal)

I coulda been a doctor, a psychologist
But it wouldn’t make me happy I chose to bust
Roll with gamblers and hustlers
Cats who grind all the time drink and cuss
But theres something beautiful despite beneath my touch
It’s hard to understand a certain kind of rush
That I get from my lifestyle
Strugglin trifestyle
Long way to go happily I walk the long mile
I’ll be coming to town
God gave me many blessings I’m a spread ‘em around
When you see us in the club I’m a break shit down
Then I’ll be rhyming doing my thing, it’s my thing (echo)