Z-Ro-So Much
[Z-Ro]
Lately I ve been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter
So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir
My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death
Everyday is like a rehearsal, that s prepping me for death
I think I m ready, because this world ain t no friend of mine
Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
Y all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead
But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed
Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell
I tell my people so no to dope, but I let it sell
Need to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black
I know I m on pot before or not, I gotta peddle crack
Ain t nobody got my back, except the laws when they on it
So I be going for broke, demolishing my opponents
Leaving no traces just blood on faces, believe that
HK I ma squeeze that, you won t even want be back
[Hook]
I got through so much, so I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I m sober I can t maintain
Even though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress
So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane
[Z-Ro]
I can t focus, I m losing my mind real fast
Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash
Dropping album after album, platinum song after song
But it s like I ain t did nothing, cause the lights ain t on
How can I win, it s like everything I do is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, fiending to see my end
All of my friends are fake, they come around when I m spending cash
But when I m broke they out the do , with wheels spinning fast
Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me
Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my homies |
