As I drove down the street in the Hood in my black on black Range Rover. My speakers bumped so hard glasses shook.
I was fresh to say the least. A beast in the street and a hustler til the day I die.
When I wasn't in these streets I was getting bitches or laid back smoked the fattest blunt you ever seen.
Love? Don't believe in it.
I like to think of it as lust. When you breathe money ain't a bitch you can't have. They come and go.
So why waste you time being tied down by them?
I change'em like I change clothes. Today's is today. As next weeks is to then?
Player? Maybe
Manipulative? Can be.
Zihir? That's me, a fucking Hood legend!
Sex, Drugs, Money. All I need and a nigga is cool.
Plus some bad bitches on my side. I can't help it I'm fly. When I'm gone these streets going to remember me!
That I guarantee.
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Sex, Drugs, Money, & Love (complete)..also editing
Ficción GeneralZihir had what all street guys want. He had bad bitches, drugs, and lots and lots of money. He was king of the Hood. Slangin rocks is what brought him his fortune. Zihir got anything he wanted. He has a crew that had his back to the fullest and woul...
