Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Dougie D - How Could You lyrics

[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Dougie D - How Could You lyrics]

The root of all evil
Is every man's downfall
Caught up in that street life
Know I'm tal'n bout
I remember that G shit
Had a nigga doing crazy ass shit
Can't forget that
I remember that shit like it
Was yesterday for real

Remember me, like I was FED time
The only thing that I knew
To live my life was doing crime
Even as a young nigga
All I ever wanted was to shine
The root of evil
Kept gorillas living like we was blind
For the cash for the shine for the do'
We was busting shots
And doing 85 in the hood
Running from the cops with Lil Shae and BJ
Trying to bring the click to the top
And deep inside
I knew the streets would never let us out
I don't want no plex
But if you did then I would blast for mine
I don't want no cell
But if I get caught up I'm gon do my time
A real nigga forever for the
Good for the bad, never happy forever sad
Pee Wee doing twenty agg'd
So I'm on my pen and my pad
Now look at everything that I've done
Trying to live lavish
I'm sick of living life broke on the edge
And trying to manage
You got my brother in the Penn
For three with a L
You happy thinking it was love
But a nigga could never tell for the money

How could you, do this to me
This is the situation
And everything is looking so crazy
And I can't even take it
Baby mama blame can't handle my baby
Tripping acting shady
When she the one that fucked up the family
But since the fact I'm a playa
Dougie slide right through the plexing
You know what it is
Put this on everything I feel
Everything that I love
And everything that I live
Making my feddy want my money
And watching on whammies
Can't be tripping with the bullshit
Because the bullshit is petty
I'm rocking this steady
And I deal what I do working jelly
Always on my P's and Q's
Watching out for the federalies
Mash for my funds
Dougie D gotta try to get done
If it's hell or the highway fuck it
I'm cooking then bud
Constantly on my grind
Busting my ass to feed my kid
Since them things
That I g ive my baby mama ain't like a bitch
It's enough I'm dealing with the laws
And it's enough I'm dealing with the niggas
Please don't create a mad man
Fuck around and have all y'all singing

I use to wonder how and why, my life was bad
Wanted to be anything, except like my dad
My apple fell far from the tree
Straight out of the yard
Raising myself among strangers
Living on boulevards
Gang related, nah just for fortune or fame
Because they know me by the Z-Ro
Plus they know me by my first name
Picture me rolling, in my Dodge in traffic
I got no love for these niggas
So keep your groupie ass stepping
I can determine the real and the fake
Don't make me ball up a pause
And punch a motherfucker's grill
Off his face
Case after case but it ain't slowing me down
See y'all ain't know me at first
I bet y'all knowing me now
So when my trigga fly a nigga die
I ain't playing no games
And fuck this North and South shit
Cause I ain' t stating no claim
I ain't bring it with me
And I can't take it when I go to the world
Listen at what you did to me when I flow

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