Z-Ro, Papa Reu - Gonna Get Easier lyrics

This that boy San Anton'
Better known to y'all
In SA as Cocked Strong, giving you something
To ride and get high to
I'm chilling in the studio
With H Town's finest, a nigga they call Z-Ro
So go on and bump this shit, and to all you
Niggas who I done jacked, in the game
Fuck y'all I got my beams on your ass, right

Everytime you see me, I'm a different nigga
But don't worry about my aim
I'm consistently accurate with the trigger
My nigga
Don't count your chickens 'fore they hatch
If you owe me some feddy you better pay me
I'm ignant about my scratch
I don't trust nan nigga
Cause nothing but hate they be sending me
Can't determine my friends, from my enemies
I done had partnas that didn't help me


When my life was on the line
Talking about hitting me right back
I'm trying to knock this bitch down
Putting pussy before your partna
Is disrespecting the game
Wonder why you broke
And them titty bars be collecting your change
Trick, nigga with all these bitch
Niggas are made to bleed
Snitching giving me another reason
To blaze the weed
And I don't wanna do another killing
Another bid
They've been trying to give me the crack
Since I was a kid but, I remain calm
Pill popping smoking and leaning
If I wasn't high
I'd leave these niggas choking and screaming

Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter

I keep my middle finger
Pointed out at all times
Lyrically abuse somebody in all rhymes
Indodging in felonious to the small crime
Everybody, wanna do a song with Ro
Why none of these niggas
Don't wanna get down
On a couple of zones with Ro fuck rapping
I need some right now
Money it's getting crucial
I'll be jacking, for some right now money
Niggas ain't ready
For the episodes that I supply
PCP influenced
I'm relentless nigga you can die
Fuck all these niggas and these white folks
I'm all alone no friends
Cause in the fucking end a
Nigga dies all alone about to meet my maker
I hope my life is right
But, it's hard to focus
When killers try to murder me every night
I guess this life is really hard now
Fiending for the day that this war stops
Pulling my pistol, everytime a car stops
Live by the sword die by the sword
Nigga my time is borrowed
I paint this, for another tomorrow

I'm crucified by the media because
I'm loved by the public
Even though I'm rated number one keep
Your thumbs up and shove it
They said I'm trying to sound like
Pac is my confession to that
Bitch I can't help it if I sound
Similar when I be stressing the fact
See I'm gone scream it cause I
Mean it anything less ain't excepted
The fact that I'm dark and I'm restless
Is no resort of living reckless
Rest in peace to my niggas that
Got caught up in the struggle
But, I'm showing love to the niggas that
Don't want to see me bubble
But, I take that back, fuck you
I made it to the top ten on my own
And every bitch in every city
Is singing my song
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner
Even in year two triple O
Fuck working I'm selling marijuana
Pulling the bull up over my eyes
You just can never tell
But, I know if I'm faking I try to
Rap now one of tapes gone sell
I perfected being real
By staying true to myself
Now suicide is something
I don't want to do to myself I'm real

Year two tripple O, Z-Ro
The new motherfucking don feel that
My nigga Cocked Strong from Sinner Tone
Day one my nigga, knowI'msaying
We gone put it down