[Z-Ro:]
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My mind just goes off & wonders 'cause it ain't stable
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See I be fantasizin' 'about puttin' food on the table
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'Cause in the ghetto my hood, prison is promised to us
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Some of us let jail teach us, some let college do it
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They think I'm nothin' 'cause I don't get up & get a job
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But I be tryin' the only thing I get is gettin' hard
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I'm sick & tired of bein' sick & tired, holla if you hear me & your with me now
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Got my life right with God
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You haters come & get me now
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50 rounds is what I'm a destrand, that's on my mama God rest her soul
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Nigga picture me playin' foes gon' bleed & deed follow my lead
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When I'm sober I can't focus, pass that seed to me
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And dedications all day long, seems like when I'm goin' through it my partners stay gone
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But it's all gravy baby
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'Cause I want you to hate me, calico is stay off safety
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Murder muthafuckers if they make me.
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Will I Go Crazy? I don't know
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The pain is fuckin' with me lately, but here it don't show
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I can't let it faze me 'cause I can't stop
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I'm more than just a ghetto lately 'cause I'm a reach the top.
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[Miss Dameanor:]
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Like Pac, I'll be the last muthafucker in this bitch freezin'
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And feel me money over niggas, be my pledge of allegiance
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Whether I sang or I heat you, I'm a wait 'til I'm sinkin'
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No dirt inside my credentials, bitches gon' have they own reasons
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This how we up in the game, I'm 'about my paper fuck fame
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The last day you gon' see, we roll down feelin' shame
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This how the lessons gangstafied, been a chasin' since youth
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Bet not go squabblin' for respect, to see who got the most juice
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I been a witness to the struggle, days & spots have been missed
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The devil huffin' like a wolf, that's why I'm buildin' with bricks
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I seen & heard plenty shit, from ghetto baby to woman
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It's either keep your head above the water, or get swept under
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Been a gorilla in the midst, this matchin' soldier be marchin'
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Now valet & curb service, more sauce for handicap parkin'
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When more days get brighter, my tribulations get lighter
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More snop shalant about my life, now I'm a Southern street fighter!
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Will I Go Crazy? I don't know
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The pain is fuckin' with me lately, but here it don't show
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I can't let it faze me 'cause I can't stop
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I'm more than just a ghetto lately 'cause I'm a reach the top.
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[Z-Ro:]
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Don't be tellin' me 'about no riff raff, I'm buster-free
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All about my wealthy, don't need nobody to fuck with me
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I'm a keep my 12 gauge, the only company I need
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Can't forget about hydro & a pint of codeine
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Flippin' to Austin comin' from Houston, on a mission to make feddy
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Either stop fuckin' with some of my people 'cause they wasn't ready
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But the whole wide world, it's just me & my dreams
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And anybody roll glock is gon' be seein' my beam.
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[Miss Dameanor:]
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Went from dirt packs to platinum to watch the jealous one hatin'
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To see who's real from the fake & thank the Lord what I make
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Hard times brought tears, misery if you last
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Realize I wasn't gon' be shit, if I didn't get off my ass
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For the ones who was there, anticipated my fall
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I cry still on death field, but I can ball & stood tall
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Now Miss Dameanor live lavage, went from broke to hood rich
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Plan to live to the fullest, then I'm up outta this bitch!
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
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Will I Go Crazy? I don't know
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The pain is fuckin' with me lately, but here it don't show
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I can't let it faze me 'cause I can't stop
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I'm more than just a ghetto lately 'cause I'm a reach the top.
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Will I Go Crazy
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| Z-Ro |
