These days seem like wherever i go the fake taking over like real aint cool no more and these days dont nobody dont show love instead of lending a helping
And these days seem like wherever i go the fake taking over like real ain't cool no more And these days don't nobody show love instead of lending a helping
be nice, my face is frowned up everywhere I go, and I can't sleep nights I'm in my ride tryin to find my foes (Why You Be Trippin Z-ro?) [Verse 1:] They
kno 90% of the hoes jus fuck with z-ro tryin to get rich I don't wanna die lonely I'm in need of a womans touch but in 08 you jus can't trust these hoes
was wanna shine Make enough money, just so I could support mine All the days of my life, I been on my grind Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime [Z-Ro
t a glock bitch, when it pop it's out of tank [Hook] [Z-Ro:] These days, I roll alone it's just my heater with me Fuck all of these females, my heavleck
talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'eah Screwed Up Click, top of the charts nigga holla at em [Lil' Flip:] Yeah Ro, I think
but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro
money flowing Then we got independent, and we could see our money growing So maybe now, we could afford to give our people change Witnessing nothing but better days, and [Hook] [Z-Ro
Chorus: Z- Ro] ...Time to let the truth be tooooold, It ain't no brighter dayyyyyys, Cuz when it all unfooolds, A nigga gon' just pass awayeeeee. These
I to test, Z-Ro I bet everybody in Ridgemont 4 know me Feel what I say up under the evidence is still your homie You must of forgot about the days until
grudges Daddy I love you that's my word even though you had me sleeping on a curb...I wish I had another song [Chorus] These are the days(these are the days
, and picked up a new stock These broke ass niggas, ain't nothing but peasants Wrap a nigga ass up, like Christmas presents These niggas ain't G's, these
down with the yella so fuck all of these bitches and bitch ass fella's and fuck a 4, it's a PT, glock 50, foes is jealous nigga [Chorus: Z-Ro] 2 many
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