[Z-Ro talking]
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Uh, seem like they got my life on the big screen
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Z-Ro versus the world, feel me round one
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[Z-Ro]
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Is it reality or just a fable
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The most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget label
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Even if I don't clear me in I just want to be living well
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Not saying that heaven is promised to me but I don't want to believe in hell
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Feeling on coming also cause problems worry me
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If it ain't the stress somebody's always trying to bury me
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So thinking I'm undercovers and the dope they try to deal me
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Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me
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Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be
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drilling me nigga
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But I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain't no more killng me nigga
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Cause I'm a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease
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And if I squeeze then we all bleed
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[Chorus x2]
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Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas
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I think I'm bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless
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I don't want to die
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[Z-Ro]
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Look at how they made me, traditon systems raised me
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The drama that they give me never ceases to amaze me
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They tell me that my mind's gone, coming up is what my mind's on
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I guess there's nothing left to do but get my grind on
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Thinking about my family but knowing they neglect me
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I'm not gonna give up, I'm gonna make my family respect me
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I'm talking to my father now, daddy I'm a grown up
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Depending on you is false-a-fied because you haven't shown up
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Caught up in these streets I'm taking penitentiary chances
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I done forgived and I done forget plus I'm not giving you anymore chances
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Quick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling anger
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Remember the times you couldn't come around because your life has been in danger
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I'm a leader to follow is not my destiny
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But I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousy
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It's killing me to stay alive, but there ain't no use in me crying
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No matter what I guess it's what is right, on southside
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[Chorus x2]
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[Z-Ro]
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Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous
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Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it's pain it's
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Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death
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Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest
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It's hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachother
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Everybody stressing cause ain't nobody feeling eachother
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I often conversate with god but who's to say if he's listening
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Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian
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At 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foes
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From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds
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If it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deed
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I'ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me
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And ain't no begging for mercy because you shot my nigga
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And I swear to god everywhere you go it's gone be hot my nigga
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And maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing different
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They want you dead you might not make it to prison, bitch
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[Chorus x4]
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[Z-Ro talking]
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Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out
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Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation
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My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy
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World Wide
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| Z-Ro |
