it feel [Z-Ro] How does it feel, when they don't believe anything you say Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day Man this ain't living, nothing
love for a mark, is how it go Fortune and fame about to grow, 20 thousand for a show And it ain't no more regular weed, ain't nothing but do-do and that
that for life, nigga (Chorus) Will I ever see the stage again Radio D.J.s gone respect my rhythm Feeling like I'm fin to hit the pen again What will I do for food Living
I clear my ruga ripping till they drop dead I could a give a fuck about a buddy, he don't really love me So there ain't no love for these niggas, there's only love for
makes Never realize the precious time the bitch niggas is wasting Institutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile
but now I see The American Dream wasn't meant for me Cause lady liberty is a hypocrite she lied to me Promised me freedom, education, equality Never gave me nothing
Follow the dead And those who won't be back So if I die To the same for me Shed no tear An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope
ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for
know I'm smoother of course no remorse is left for all those loser crews I do not care what you do I always screw up but when I do it's nothing like
shit, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets, checkin for my gun, I gotta stop smoking that haze or something, I kno I aint crazy, I'll go outside for
the point ah no return tryna' get the cash Feel mo' wrath, murda on the government War for the niggas on the streets It'll be no peace till the top dog eat Tryna' stop
[Bruno Mars] This one?fs for you and me, living out our dreams We?fre all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I
I serve em as raw as the beef My replication of this creature I mention it's me My Album Droppin see this dead will be living through me That means greatnes
! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead
's gathered for your arrival All the believers Angels fall, all for you, heretic Demon heart bleed for us I've been waiting for you, Weary preacher
punk has chopped off his head And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead, aaoohhh Turns out he's dead That's why I'm singing, Aaaaoooh what
