my name Cause I could remember whole lot of em, that said I'd never make it in the rap game Look at me now though, I got cars and cash And since I'm able
the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets I do the best I can, I bust my ass If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling
2] [Z-Ro:] I'm 27, but I'm feeling 71 I pray so much, I feel like I'm kin to the heavenly son I dodge bullets on the daily, if I don't duck I'm stuck
I wish that I could get a million copies sold if I'm broke I'd rather die I don't want no more poverty-'Ro and oh sometimes I wish that I was somebody
when i thought i wouldn't make it they... brought me through the drama i don't know what i would do without... auntie and grandmama when i thought i
might set me up with the FEDs But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on
shit nigga [Hook] Time and time again I get caught up, trying to make those ends In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do Is a criiiiime, what else could I do I
I want stop until I'm touchin my figures, you better move(bitch) cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows all the trouble I been through been so broke and embarrased couldn
and my enemies Nothing but recollection, as I remember the memories If I could be like Jesus, I'd spread the love But I can recognize the demons, so I
net We ain't gon sweat [Hook - 2x] I hate you bitch, I hate you bitch I hate you bitch, I never thought I'd say [Z-Ro] Too many years, I done paid the
Dash, independently I'm a threat AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'm finishing what I started Half
Interrupting me, while I'm reefer chiefing I'm a gangsta, not Erkle Steven Cause I don't laugh, and I don't play And no, is something that I don't say
I'd have a ? I promise I'll do it right this time wait till the g get free If I could make the jail house all of that Mo-Town live When I ain't T.W.
hard dick and hard times I'm the homicidal Hitchcock A sex addict and a weed fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop Cause I'm real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill I
I trust no one plus I'm not friendly, so leave me alone See I don't need a click of yes men, when I walk the block My retaliation is only, when I chalk the block I
my smile but I'm a make it though if I can remember the last time I got to laugh without fakin on top of niggaz hatin plus I feel I'm runnin by Satan
think that I'm capping, but I'm just cuz I'm in a fo' do' Fully loaded Chrysler 300, sitting on grown men Plus I'm covered by VS-1 diamonds, from pimping my pen I could
Like A Mothafucka Man (Man, U Gotta Get The Fuck Out The Crib) I Know, Talkin Bout I'm 31 And Still Livin Wit Her So? I Know Niggaz Older Than That I