This is a track about differences, when someone forms an opinion about you that may be completely false or looks down upon you for no reason, yet you watch those same people lie, steal and cheat to get the things they desire. This track is to show that even when you're outcasted, you can make your dreams happen. Even@Zero.
lyrics
Now when I'm talking bout zero no i aint talking bout a loser, talkin bout a hero, make alot a mover, smoke alotta buddah, aint a man to fear doe, these suckas afraid of nuthin and I'm sposed to be the wierdo? Lookin 4 sumthin better, well isn't every body? sum like vodka, sum like bacardi aint it the same hobby, we all end up in the same lobby, game the same dame wit ordained body, leave the same party, all twisted, crenshaw the lot and you ball fisted, i hit the door like my cars missing. that's a small difference. nigga I'm all in, while u ballin, man I'm goal tending, till everything gold in it, I'm a known misfit but as flows get it, i was born wit it. Like buckshot I'm all ballistic, point focus, hard to miss, Zero In, haters out, str8 by faith if I make it out, day by day like a paper route. I ride the road that I pave out like city maintenance gave out. Want my eggs wit steak now. ha no breaks 4real say I was made to break but Im built to build.
I done overcame the hate and kept it Str8 up, somehow still feel I'm, needin a miracle, anyone can fall at any moment dat means the villians, even the heroes, so if I wake up in the morning my ambitions to take the world, you know I'm, willing to get more, and we know that this here is just the beginning, and know I'm winning, even at zero.
They trip cuz I'm called the best although I'm hardly seen, rapping so I'm sposed to leave a party scene like Charlie sheen. 9 to 5 it for a fact but got Bugatti cream...nah that shit wouldn't swim with calamari, and they wonder why my tempura, you lie to get further, we grind to stay behind, that's so anti divine, how you only live once just to die twice, they couldn't strengthen they odds with five dice, or five die, in a city where every one in five die, everyone wonders why I try, rap around the life of drive bys, to the sound of ice and mai thais, from the pound this hound in the high life. Not a pound in sight, except for that light green, inviting. Blow a bit of that cloud, got no white, nope no icing, that life was enticing but can't equal nothin that I'm seeing. Mountains of mills and I'm still at the end of the hill.
Popularity ain't all that its cracked up to be, I crack up when rappers get cracked up then watch em get slapped up, for cracking the code of the trap up, 4 them it was practice, researching for track stuff, but these real niggas contacted to act up, just sayin, why be something you ain't,
You can be enough tomorrow if you're nothing today, I could wake up gettin head or dead, whats to say, I couldn't be a millionaire by the end of the day, Or get sprayed.
Rich Jones and Montana Macks join forces for a passionately rapped, impeccably produced reflection on the trials and turmoils of 2020. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2020