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Z-Ro - Life Story lyrics
[Z-Ro] Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable They got me out on the ledge feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable It's reality, feel like I'm on the offensive, they trying to tackle me That's why I keep popping fists So rather relative or stranger, better keep your distance I can't determine friend or foe so you in danger Chemical imbalances of the weed and cocaine, but it really Don't matter to society, a nigga that got no face and no name Deserving more, but I'ma mob until I ain't got nothing left And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems and death Cause there's some niggas looking for me and they might be near And if they kill me don't shed a tear, remember I'm not happy here Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize Although my vision is blurry I'm losing life in a hurry Even my girlfriend don't understand, didn't want to Witness the wicked so please find yourself another man, haters feel me (Chorus - 2x) This is my liiiiiiiiife Surviving in the struggle, living so shife [Verse 2] My opposition and proposition is scheming for cash And if you bitches is scandalous, I get in that ass So let's reliviate the pressure Don't try to run it's guaranteed these slugs'll catch you Oh yeah, I keeps a problem solver A pistol grip, a automatic and revolver Check it, and I'ma handle up baby It's in my nature it's a must it ain't a maybe, peep game The feds taking pictures, and tapping my phones But if I catch you bitches snitching best believe me it's on I analyze of this realize and open fire on bitches And if I catch you bastards slipping I'm leaving bodies in ditches, huh I bet that ass can pass it Your life span it ain't long, you in a casket, check it Niggas rushing your ass, mob deep with ski masks Busting shots on the road trying to make your car crash, this is my life (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] These boys be telling me they got love, giving me false-i-fied tapping, but I know they wouldn't give a fuck about me if there wasn't no money in rapping See I know they want to get rich off me understand, even if I was To die I still can talk they still put a mic in my hand For trying to copy my style of life, pretending like they from my block While I survive on willing to live while they depend on mom and pops Before you make your move, check yourself and giving me for the millions For the love of the struggle and just can't take it cause you not real You want to be dead, there's gone be a dentist to see When a nigga be scream and hollering I'm godfather But I guess it's just the menace in me, plus The only nigga that's skipping me from clicking is Herman Fisher Relocated the killers and gats and drinking and if and burning swishers Why they want to play with my life, they got families, nigga I don't The only thing between me and them hoes Is I'ma keep thugging they timid ass won't Will they mind they own god damn business and keep they self out of mine Because of a thin line, between handling business and boo yeah coward a nine baby (Chorus - 4x) |
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