Zoot - Encore Lyrics

Momma crying, running outta tissues
Been a minute since you left, still miss you
But This rap shits all I wanna do now
This games been the only thing I Knew how
To do, so f*ck him, f*ck her, f*ck you
F*ck everybody, no time to argue
Cause I really don't give a f*ck anymore
This ain't the Zonouzi that you knew from before
Now days, I smoke blunts on the shore
I buy whatever the f*ck i want from the store
Visit Iran every summer, back to the core
Visit Toronto, Cali, Dubai on tour
All the bad bitches finna drop it to the floor
We been doing this shit, man what more?
Care about what you say? Tell me What for?
I don't pop molly, bitch I rock Tom Ford
I been doing me, I don't need to keep score
It's been zonouzi, never had a mentor
You feel the energy when I walk through door
Feel the presence, it's a present you can't ignore
You a peasant, I learn lessons, I don't deplore
She said she wanna see more, she wanna explore
When she go home, she text me that she all sore
My life a show, before I die, imma make sure

When I'm gone everybody wanna encore
When I die; everybody finna want more
When i die, will my songs live on?
Would they miss when I'm gone
And if so, for how long?

I could care less about your gucci bag
You Can't match my swag nor my hustle
Nipsey told us bout the red flag, it's a puzzle
Y'all just jokes, lmfao, shuffle
No more plan B, this my job, I work double
No more plan C, I'm grown, I don't look for trouble
Im Above madness, so I stay subtle
Just another human, so I like to stay humble
One day you're here, one day youre gone, royal rumble
Grinding, I thought I was digging my way out the rubble
Till I realized I'm digging my grave with a shovel
We don't live any more, we survive, its jungle
The Balance to my life is what I had to learn to joggle
Too much pain to handle, blood all over my Knuckle
But nipsey taught me that marathon continues
Regardless of bullshit that I see on the news
So I Packed my bags, and I packed my tools
To chase my dreams, because I know it's possible
If I let go, then I act a fool
I'll be back soon mom, life's practical

When I'm gone everybody wanna encore
When I die; everybody finna want more
When i die, will my songs live on?
Would they miss when I'm gone
And if so, for how long?
When I'm gone everybody wanna encore
When I die; everybody finna want more
When i die, will my songs live on?
Would they miss when I'm gone
And if so, for how long?