Spiritual Blues

Call me big dog, I am Big Zuu

I am not fraud, but who the fuck is you

In a smoky room, makin' conscious tunes

Still hood with the shit, this spiritual blues

Call me big dog, I am Big Zuu

I am not fraud, but who the fuck is you

In a smoky room, makin' conscious tunes

Still hood with the shit, this spiritual blues

Paper will take your energy, then they drain you

I'm protected like some sentries, and got bangers too

Bangin' in the Bentley, with the gang dudes

Cracking up cause I'm silly with them thangs too

Booth level shit, had the stu down

Zuu more rebel shit, from a rude town

I do this for my niggas that was in them night gowns

Avoid many triggers, man survived many rounds

I'm a cool fellow, a geek Donatello

Makin' soups with Tello, my music gold medal

In that Ghost everyday, pedal with that metal

Don't be a ghost today, cause I can be a devil

I cut on my God shit, Zuu religion mob shit

For my grandma, I do this shit for mom shit

Find a girl though, when they rent a car some shit

Still got my head on, angel guarded bitch

Call me big dog, I am Big Zuu

I am not fraud, but who the fuck is you

In a smoky room, makin' conscious tunes

Still hood with the shit, this spiritual blues

Call me big dog, I am Big Zuu

I am not fraud, but who the fuck is you

In a smoky room, makin' conscious tunes

Still hood with the shit, this spiritual blues

Lookin' out for my kids, gotta make it big

Cause when they hit my age, they ass can sit

Tell 'em 'bout life, get broke or get rich

Or have a neutral life, balanced bullshit

I do a lot of wrong, so they can be good

Still smokin' on strong, cruisin' through the hood

Big Moe, Big Zuu, the meaner on Suge

Not a hoe, but cool, just not understood

It's a gun rush when you go outside

Many niggas tough, will you survive

We all packin' guns to protect another life