Z-RO was born Joseph Wayne McVey IV in Houston's South Park neighborhood on January 19, 1977.[5] At age six his mother died, and he was shuttled from household to household in search of stability, eventually settling in the Ridgemont area, a middle-class suburb in Missouri City in Southwest Houston.[5] When Z-Ro reached his late teens he was unemployed and resorted to drug dealing and hustling on the streets.[5] According to Z-Ro, listening to the music of 2Pac, Geto Boys, Street Military, K-Rino and Klondike Kat inspired him to work harder for his goal of leaving the streets.[5] Z-Ro discovered his talent of freestyle rapping and after going through a couple of recording studios to make a demo,[5] the CEO of a local label discovered and signed him.
Z-Ro released his critically acclaimed Rap-a-Lot debut titled The Life of Joseph W. McVey.[5][6] The record was a huge success and helped expand Z-Ro's and Bobby Craig's fan base beyond the South.[5] In 2005, Z-Ro released Let the Truth Be Told, which was well received.[5] Z-Ro's 2006 album I'm Still Livin' was released while he was imprisoned for drug possession, to positive reviews.[7][8] It was called "a great album... powerful" but "relentlessly bleak" by The Village Voice[7] and "one of the best rap albums to come out of Houston" by the Houston Chronicle.[9] In 2010 he released the album titled Heroin, which was followed by an album titled Meth in 2011 and then Angel Dust in 2012.
Z-Ro released his first EP under The Mo City Don titled Tripolar on August 25, 2013 via One Deep Ent.[2] Z-Ro then followed up with The Crown in June 2014.[10] In February 2015, Z-Ro released his first proper studio album in three years, titled Melting the Crown.
In 2016, Z-Ro released Drankin & Drivin in August[11] and Legendary in November under his label One Deep Entertainment.
No Reason
Z-Ro Lyrics
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It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
Nothing righteous bout none of y'all niggaz
None of y'all niggaz, don't know Jesus bitch
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
When I'm in the club, I don't see real niggaz
I see a bunch of wannabe's in it
Ain't no love, for none of y'all niggaz
Swear to God, fuck every one of y'all niggaz
I wish I could murder, every one of y'all niggaz
Skinny jeans corrupted, every one of y'all niggaz
Leave that shit up, to Drake and Wayne
If you ain't them, then you faking mayn
Take it however, you wanna take it mayn
Some in the ground, now beneath the basement mayn
I know boys wonder, how I made it to the top
I make real music, and I take it to the block
Your flow is broke, you need to take it to the shop
My flow is big dick, hoes take it nonstop
My flow is arrogant, like fuck your verse
Devil in disguise, nigga fuck your church
Baptize your ass, and bloody up your shirt
Go get my money, hurry up hoe work
My people still waiting, on money from Barack
From a house to a spot, king size to a cot
Said it was getting better, but the shit didn't stop
So the women on the block, pussy full of rock
AR-50, I love my girl
Nobody here but us, I love my world
I'm oh so jealous, don't touch my girl
I'll let her holla at ya, don't trust my girl
Yeah, who that wanna do that
Like run up on a nigga, that'll bust and make the crowd move back
Let a mo'fucker, run up on Ro
I promise I'ma handle my bidness, and leave a fool flat
On his back
Either with these hands, or this tool I pack
I'm a Mo City nigga, I done told you that
I'm a general, and that's where my soldiers at for real
Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch
It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
Nothing righteous bout none of y'all niggaz
None of y'all niggaz, don't know Jesus bitch
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it
I'm a loc, and my loc niggaz need me bitch
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
When I'm in the club, I don't see real niggaz
I see a bunch of wannabe's in it
Most of y'all niggaz, just sprayed yourself
Like you got what you got, with no help
Like God, ain't got nothing to do with your wealth
Don't even take time, to say thanks for your help
I know I'm fucked up, that's why I be repenting
Every five minutes, I need to be forgiven
From Sunday morning service, straight to prison
God brought me through it, that's why I'm living
Don't believe in him, he don't believe in you
He let somebody run up on you, or merk you fool
Then you bad, till you meet somebody worse than you
That shirt'll do something, you ain't think a shirt could do
I use to be a young asshole
Ain't shit changed, I'm still in másh mode
I roll around my city, on glass foes
No pockets, them ain't my pants hoe
What the fuck, is a relationship
Too much of a player, to chase a bitch
I'm Mr. Ruffle, I make the chips
You taker a shit, I take a trip
I roll by myself, I don't need a lot of people
But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people
Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot of people
He a lot of Christian, but he a lot of evil
You can get a win, or a mac ten
I want that white bitch, and her black friend
I'm IRS cause I'm taxing, for 25K1 you rat's end
Telling on niggaz, you a teacher's pet
Never ever been in the game, a bleacher's vet
Two hundred and twenty three quarters so far
I'm balling, and I ain't took a breather yet bitch
Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch
It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
Nothing righteous bout none of y'all niggaz
None of y'all niggaz, don't know Jesus bitch
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it
I'm a loc, and my loc niggaz need me bitch
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
When I'm in the club, I don't see real niggaz
I see a bunch of wannabe's in it
The lyrics to Z-Ro's song No Reason are a reflection of the rapper's attitude towards the world around him. Through his lyrics, Z-Ro expresses his distrust and frustrations with society and the people in it. The first line of the song "Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch" sets the tone for the rest of the song, indicating that Z-Ro has no problem using violent language to express his frustrations.
As the song progresses, Z-Ro continues to make cutting remarks about the people around him, stating "Nothing righteous bout none of y'all niggaz, don't know Jesus bitch." Here, Z-Ro makes it clear that he believes the people around him lack morals and values, and he places himself above them because of his religious beliefs. The lyrics continue to express a profound sense of disillusionment with the world and the people in it, culminating in lines like "Ain't no love, for none of y'all niggaz, Swear to God, fuck every one of y'all niggaz."
Overall, the lyrics of No Reason reflect a sense of disappointment and anger towards the world that Z-Ro sees around him. Through his lyrics, Z-Ro expresses his belief that the people around him lack values and morals, and he places himself above them because of his religious beliefs. The song is a powerful reflection of the frustrations that many people feel towards society and the world at large.
Line by Line Meaning
Slap that nigga he's a bitch, slap that hoe she's a bitch
Violence is appropriate against those who act weak or promiscuous
It ain't nothing wrong, but y'all know me
I have a tendency to go against the norm without justification
I'm on my fuck the world, for no reason shit
I have a general disdain for society that doesn't have a specific cause
Fuck the world for no reason shit, fuck the world for no reason bitch
Once again, I express my negative view of the world
Nothing righteous bout none of y'all niggaz
I don't see anything commendable in anyone around me
None of y'all niggaz, don't know Jesus bitch
I view others as incapable of understanding my faith
My back left pocket, got a blue flag in it
I am affiliated with a certain gang
I'm a loc, and my loc niggaz need me bitch
I am a loyal member of my gang
When I'm in the club, I don't see real niggaz
I view most people in the club as fake
I see a bunch of wannabe's in it
I perceive them as trying too hard
Ain't no love, for none of y'all niggaz
I don't care for anyone around me
Swear to God, fuck every one of y'all niggaz
I have strong contempt for everyone around me
I wish I could murder, every one of y'all niggaz
I entertain thoughts of homicidal violence towards those around me
Skinny jeans corrupted, every one of y'all niggaz
I see anyone wearing skinny jeans as morally flawed
Leave that shit up, to Drake and Wayne
I view Drake and Wayne as responsible for skinny jeans in rap culture
If you ain't them, then you faking mayn
If you don't emulate Drake and Wayne, you are being disingenuous
Take it however, you wanna take it mayn
You can interpret my words however you want
Some in the ground, now beneath the basement mayn
Some people have died and been buried underground
I know boys wonder, how I made it to the top
People wonder how I achieved success
I make real music, and I take it to the block
I bring my authentic music to the streets
Your flow is broke, you need to take it to the shop
Your style is outdated and needs improvement
My flow is big dick, hoes take it nonstop
My rap style is sexually dominant
My flow is arrogant, like fuck your verse
I am self-confident and dismissive of other rappers
Devil in disguise, nigga fuck your church
I see organized religion as hypocritical and immoral
Baptize your ass, and bloody up your shirt
I would physically harm someone who tries to convert me
Go get my money, hurry up hoe work
I expect those around me to help me make money
My people still waiting, on money from Barack
Those in my community are still waiting for financial relief from Obama's presidency
From a house to a spot, king size to a cot
I have experienced a significant downgrade in living conditions
Said it was getting better, but the shit didn't stop
Although there was promise of improvement, things have not actually changed
So the women on the block, pussy full of rock
Prostitutes in my area are involved in drug dealing
AR-50, I love my girl
I have an affection for my firearm
Nobody here but us, I love my world
I am content with my surroundings
I'm oh so jealous, don't touch my girl
I am fiercely protective of my possessions
I'll let her holla at ya, don't trust my girl
I would allow my firearm to speak on my behalf in confrontational situations
Yeah, who that wanna do that
Who is bold enough to approach me with hostile intent?
Like run up on a nigga, that'll bust and make the crowd move back
I would react to a physical threat with force that would make others move away
Let a mo'fucker, run up on Ro
Let someone try to approach me with ill intent and see what happens
I promise I'ma handle my bidness, and leave a fool flat
I would handle the situation effectively and leave my opponent on the ground
On his back
Physical defeat
Either with these hands, or this tool I pack
I am capable of fighting with either my fists or my firearm
I'm a Mo City nigga, I done told you that
I come from Missouri City (Texas) and have previously identified as such
I'm a general, and that's where my soldiers at for real
I am a leader of my people and they are loyal to me
Most of y'all niggaz, just sprayed yourself
Most others are not authentic or genuine
Like you got what you got, with no help
I think others have achieved success without assistance
Like God, ain't got nothing to do with your wealth
I believe that others achieved their success through their own merit and not divine intervention
Don't even take time, to say thanks for the help
They don't show gratitude for any assistance that may have helped them achieve success
I know I'm fucked up, that's why I be repenting
I am self-aware of my flaws and try to make amends
Every five minutes, I need to be forgiven
I frequently reflect on my mistakes and seek redemption
From Sunday morning service, straight to prison
I often attend church but have also spent time locked up
God brought me through it, that's why I'm living
I believe God has watched over me and allowed me to survive my hardships
Don't believe in him, he don't believe in you
I am critical of those who reject my faith while expecting its benefits
He let somebody run up on you, or merk you fool
God allows bad things to happen to those who reject him or act wickedly
Then you bad, till you meet somebody worse than you
People act out of arrogance until they encounter someone even more dangerous
That shirt'll do something, you ain't think a shirt could do
Even a seemingly harmless clothing item can be used as a weapon
I use to be a young asshole
I had immature, ill-intentioned behavior in my youth
Ain't shit changed, I'm still in másh mode
Despite aging, I still have a negative, aggressive attitude.
I roll around my city, on glass foes
I travel around my city in a noisy, flashy car
No pockets, them ain't my pants hoe
I have no pockets and don't associate with promiscuous individuals
What the fuck, is a relationship
I don't believe in or value romantic relationships
Too much of a player, to chase a bitch
I am not willing to commit to one person
I'm Mr. Ruffle, I make the chips
I am a winner and am financially successful
You taker a shit, I take a trip
I prioritize leisure and travel over bodily functions
I roll by myself, I don't need a lot of people
I am independent and don't rely on others for support
But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people
Despite my independence, I still provide for others
Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot of people
Although I travel alone, I have a lot of connections and supporters
He a lot of Christian, but he a lot of evil
Although I profess a religious faith, I still engage in immoral actions
You can get a win, or a mac ten
You can either achieve success or be targeted by my firearm
I want that white bitch, and her black friend
I am interested in multiple women, including those of different races
I'm IRS cause I'm taxing, for 25K1 you rat's end
I am financially successful and enjoy punishing those who betray me
Telling on niggaz, you a teacher's pet
Snitching is an unacceptable act of betrayal
Never ever been in the game, a bleacher's vet
Someone who has never participated in illegal activities cannot be considered an experienced criminal
Two hundred and twenty three quarters so far
I am quite prosperous
I'm balling, and I ain't took a breather yet bitch
I am successful and still have momentum.
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