Z-Ro:] These days, everytime I ride by From shining so hard, I can be spotted by the blind eye But I'm not capping, just informing y'all that I'm doing
(feat. Big T) [Hook x4:] I wanna be, a baller please But the bitches and the liquor, keep on calling me [Z-Ro:] I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still
and I'm drownin I know I can swim, but feel like I keep sinkin down in these waters and I cain't breathe, I feel like I'm gon' blow it I can see people
I roll solo When I'm in the hood, don't consider Z-Ro as your homie no mo' Let Ro go loc seem like it ain't gon ever change, this world we live in is
pain sometime I shed ghetto tears daily baby, I can't hide the fact Feeling like everybody's out to get me, so I don't hide my strap I ride like that,
when I'm coming down in my (foreign) And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me I don't give a damn about none of you hoes I blast on sight
(*Billy Cook vocalizing through song*) [Z-Ro] I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the
rags now I'm stuck Plus my boo is acting nautios because I'm bout to truck And I ain't did nothing, when I grab something and start dumping Ain't got
's are posted on my wall If I make any more mistakes, I can now learn from em all Cause I'm grown now I found him, so you know I'm strong now I write
soul, I can't maintain Pain, my middle name Lord please have mercy on my [Z-Ro] I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days When I'm under pressure, I feel
a prayer for him and his mama Come through sit at his bedside, and ease his pain Relieve my tension, I'm flinching when they mention name Big D, come G, I don't
? Money got an attitude I'm quick to put the unpause I remember the struggle, I remember the pain Now I'm golfing on acres, I'm so far from the rain
I ain't blowin' up I'm built to ride to death. I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) I'm like a Cadillac door (say what) Hey Now I'm on the block pumping
watch Go hit the weed spot, me and my shit wash If you trippin, I'm bustin, we still killin for nothin If you feelin I'm frontin, I'm continue to stuntin
head cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [
"} [Big Syke] My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know,
DUI I led a Thug Life heartless hustler just cause I fucked don't mean I trust her now my pagers vibratin' can't sleep so i'm mobbin' to tha ho's house