Z-Ro - Let Me Live My Life lyrics
[Z-Ro - Let Me Live My Life lyrics]
My life is like a mercy game
Ducking and dodging crooked cops
On a mission fishing for feddy
Ready to make a knot i'm use to having less
And I just can't deal with the stress
And it seems like everywhere I go
Another nigga wanna test
Brother don't disrespect yourself and get
Yourself up in a, vine
Cause, I'm a maniac with a mac
And a black back pack
Smoking up on the urban fat sack
I'm trying to keep from going off
But niggas be trying to make me starve
When I need groceries in my house
Wicked niggas say they be friends
But end up trying to kill your friends
Always turn to foes
That's saying it's over millions
Dealing with dirty niggas on a daily basis
Don't really wanna fuck with em
But see they baby faces i gotta survive
Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me
To deal out these deeds, then you die
And when it's my time hope I don't, cry
Living in the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit
Cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm a real rich nigga
From the Houston streets fried out licking
Looking for something to eat
I'm on a mission
Whipping birds like they stole something
Pain, it make me wanna roll something
I'm a soldier, and I'm outta my mind
Voice mail beeping for days
Cause I'm out on the grind
Guess my daddy didn't love me
Cause he turned his back
Therefor the streets is my people
A nigga learned like that
And I haaaad to get up, and bleed the block
And it don't stop
My nigga Herman Fisher doing fed time
I remember like it was yesterday
It made the headlines, damn
I had to start all over
But it didn't matter cause I was a soldier
Walking around with a king size
Chip on my shoulder
Missing my mama while I Iay down
On benches to sleep
Snatching purses and hopping fences
Just to eat still I maintain
I'm still in the same game chasing paper
Bitch niggas be up in my business
Like oops I'm erasing haters
I'm SUC for life, KMJ until I'm finished
Like Popeye from the ghetto
But a nigga don't need no spinach
All I need is my Nina
When I be flipping birds
Cause all I have in this world
Is my balls and my word
Ducking and dodging crooked cops
On a mission fishing for feddy
Ready to make a knot i'm use to having less
And I just can't deal with the stress
And it seems like everywhere I go
Another nigga wanna test
Brother don't disrespect yourself and get
Yourself up in a, vine
Cause, I'm a maniac with a mac
And a black back pack
Smoking up on the urban fat sack
I'm trying to keep from going off
But niggas be trying to make me starve
When I need groceries in my house
Wicked niggas say they be friends
But end up trying to kill your friends
Always turn to foes
That's saying it's over millions
Dealing with dirty niggas on a daily basis
Don't really wanna fuck with em
But see they baby faces i gotta survive
Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me
To deal out these deeds, then you die
And when it's my time hope I don't, cry
Living in the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit
Cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm a real rich nigga
From the Houston streets fried out licking
Looking for something to eat
I'm on a mission
Whipping birds like they stole something
Pain, it make me wanna roll something
I'm a soldier, and I'm outta my mind
Voice mail beeping for days
Cause I'm out on the grind
Guess my daddy didn't love me
Cause he turned his back
Therefor the streets is my people
A nigga learned like that
And I haaaad to get up, and bleed the block
And it don't stop
My nigga Herman Fisher doing fed time
I remember like it was yesterday
It made the headlines, damn
I had to start all over
But it didn't matter cause I was a soldier
Walking around with a king size
Chip on my shoulder
Missing my mama while I Iay down
On benches to sleep
Snatching purses and hopping fences
Just to eat still I maintain
I'm still in the same game chasing paper
Bitch niggas be up in my business
Like oops I'm erasing haters
I'm SUC for life, KMJ until I'm finished
Like Popeye from the ghetto
But a nigga don't need no spinach
All I need is my Nina
When I be flipping birds
Cause all I have in this world
Is my balls and my word