Zaytoven
Xavier Dotson, better known as Zaytoven, is an American record producer out… Read Full Bio ↴Xavier Dotson, better known as Zaytoven, is an American record producer out of San Francisco, California born in Germany on an Army base He was raised in San Francisco but later moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Since then, he has worked with Gucci Mane extensively, contributing at least one song on every one of his albums, and doing many mixtapes with him. He has also worked with other notable Atlanta artists, such as Soulja Boy, Gorilla Zoe, Young Jeezy and OJ Da Juiceman. He first started making beats for local San Francisco artists such as Messy Marv and San Quinn."It was during his time in San Francisco did Zay reach his formative years. He learned to play piano, guitar and organ in the church choir and soon began selling beats to local Bay Area rappers.
Zaytoven was playing a lhe saxs producing for local Atlanta artist Gucci Mane, Zaytoven became the go-to producer for JT Tha Bigga Figga and Messy Marv. But just as his beats began to become popular his family packed up and moved to Georgia.But because of the fact Zaytoven wanted to get his name out and thought he would be more successful in the California area, He decided to stay
In 2000, Zaytoven joined the rest of his family in the Atl, Georgia area
Zaytoven was playing a lhe saxs producing for local Atlanta artist Gucci Mane, Zaytoven became the go-to producer for JT Tha Bigga Figga and Messy Marv. But just as his beats began to become popular his family packed up and moved to Georgia.But because of the fact Zaytoven wanted to get his name out and thought he would be more successful in the California area, He decided to stay
In 2000, Zaytoven joined the rest of his family in the Atl, Georgia area
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Mo Reala
Zaytoven Lyrics
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Zaytoven
Super
You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me?
Future Hendix
Young rich nigga
Fucking bad bitches
That's all I know (that's all I know)
What up
It's sad to say that
Hendrix
This couldn't be love, man
This couldn't be love
Check out the way I be glistening yah
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
Ice overload, this ain't regular ice
Hop on a private, ain't regular flights
Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life
I filled the safe up from cooking the white
Fall out the Pyrex, the cake and the bowl
Used to the fame, ya'll ain't taking my soul
Came in the game, I was hot as a stove
Pour out some lean, I'm trynna let it go
Rocking Celine from her head to her toes
Fur on her back, in the summer she cold
VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow
Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see
Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek
I made a mill in the middle of the week
I sell a chicken in the middle of the street
When I drop a tape the murder rate increase
Fuck all that poppin,' I stay with some bands
Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan
Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand
Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can
I drop the top off a regular Wraith
Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date
I got the torch, I can't give it away
Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face
Check out the way I be glistening yah
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G
Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets
I stacked it up, get to having a feast
I racked it up like Serena with me
Like it's Venus with me
Got the Nina with me
We screaming 'Freebandz,' this money ain't free
I cook it up, I'ma cook up a key
When I cook up a key, I'ma charge you a fee
I did it first, it ain't none but a trend
Swerve on a curb, it ain't none but a Benz
I was on 2 two then I took it to 10
Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen'
Shoot at the police, ain't coming back home
Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong
Get to that money, that's all I condone
Shoot at your top, you ain't fucking with homes
We hit the block, had a bag full of stones
Jugged off a bale before I made a song
They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on
I'm not a failure, I'm deep in my zone
Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome
Super exclusive when I put it on
We getting zooted where I'm coming from
Toasting that lean like it's Dom Perignon
Check out the way I be glistening yah
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
(Yeah) Young rich nigga
Fucking bad bitches
That's all I know (that's all I know)
It's sad to say that
Super
You can feel the pain on a young nigga you hear me?
Future Hendix
Young rich nigga
Fucking bad bitches
That's all I know (that's all I know)
What up
It's sad to say that
Hendrix
This couldn't be love, man
This couldn't be love
Check out the way I be glistening yah
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
Ice overload, this ain't regular ice
Hop on a private, ain't regular flights
Smash on your hoe, this is everyday life
I filled the safe up from cooking the white
Fall out the Pyrex, the cake and the bowl
Used to the fame, ya'll ain't taking my soul
Came in the game, I was hot as a stove
Pour out some lean, I'm trynna let it go
Rocking Celine from her head to her toes
Fur on her back, in the summer she cold
VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow
Blinding your eyesight, you never gon' see
Came out the 6, damn, my diamonds on fleek
I made a mill in the middle of the week
I sell a chicken in the middle of the street
When I drop a tape the murder rate increase
Fuck all that poppin,' I stay with some bands
Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan
Diamonds on me, got some rocks on my hand
Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can
I drop the top off a regular Wraith
Shawty on Perc, this a drug addict date
I got the torch, I can't give it away
Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face
Check out the way I be glistening yah
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G
Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets
I stacked it up, get to having a feast
I racked it up like Serena with me
Like it's Venus with me
Got the Nina with me
We screaming 'Freebandz,' this money ain't free
I cook it up, I'ma cook up a key
When I cook up a key, I'ma charge you a fee
I did it first, it ain't none but a trend
Swerve on a curb, it ain't none but a Benz
I was on 2 two then I took it to 10
Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen'
Shoot at the police, ain't coming back home
Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong
Get to that money, that's all I condone
Shoot at your top, you ain't fucking with homes
We hit the block, had a bag full of stones
Jugged off a bale before I made a song
They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on
I'm not a failure, I'm deep in my zone
Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome
Super exclusive when I put it on
We getting zooted where I'm coming from
Toasting that lean like it's Dom Perignon
Check out the way I be glistening yah
Four-door Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer than y'all
Fuck my new case, I'm more realer than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon' never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
(Yeah) Young rich nigga
Fucking bad bitches
That's all I know (that's all I know)
It's sad to say that
The lyrics of Zaytoven's "Mo Reala" describes the life of a "young rich nigga" who is living a lavish lifestyle filled with luxury cars, expensive jewelry, and women. He feels invincible and superior to others as he boasts about his wealth and success. The chorus emphasizes how he is "more realer than y'all" and that he will never thaw out his diamonds or back down from anyone who tries to challenge him.
The verses touch upon different aspects of his life, from his drug use ("fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act' I'ma down") to his run-ins with the law ("shoot at the police, ain't coming back home"). He also mentions his affinity for guns and how he always sleeps next to one ("sleep with the K").
While he enjoys his success, he acknowledges that his lifestyle couldn't be love and that there is an emptiness that comes with it.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Xavier Dotson, Nayvadius Wilburn
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