Z-Ro - So Much lyrics

Lately I've been going through more bullshit
Than a bull fighter
So when I sing my praises to God
One verse is like a full choir
My every thought is pain
Strain and stressing me to death
Everyday is like a rehearsal
That's prepping me for death
I think I'm ready
Because this world ain't no friend of mine
Only thing I qualify for
Is murder and Penitentiary time
Y'all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead
But, I guess they was feeling eachother
To get head in the bed here I am
First born torn between heaven and hell
I tell my people so no to dope
But I let it sell
Need to practice my preaching
Calling the kettle black
I know I'm on pot before or not
I gotta peddle crack
Ain't nobody got my back
Except the laws when they on it
So I be going for broke
Demolishing my opponents
Leaving no traces just blood on faces
Believe that hK I'mma squeeze that
You won't even want be back

I got through so much
So I try to stay fucked up
Because, when I'm sober I can't maintain
Even though I do my best
The only thing I earn is stress so I
Spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane

I can't focus, I'm losing my mind real fast
Dreaming and fiending for the day
I could make some real cash
Dropping album after album
Platinum song after song
But, it's like I ain't did nothing
Cause the lights ain't on how can I win
It's like everything I do
Is a motherfucking sin
It got a nigga, fiending to see my end
All of my friends are fake
They come around when I'm spending cash
But when I'm broke they out the do'
With wheels spinning fast
Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me
Telling my people fuck him
Cause he be working through my homies
Burning bridges, and I don't give a fuck
Remember y'all laughing at me
When I couldn't get a buck
It's all gravy baby
I got bigger hurdles I'm trying
To jump over my residence
And my vehicle, is something I dump over
And it might not be much, but it's all I got
So when I paint it, promethazyne is all I pop

I'm on pre-trial now
And I can't smoke no weed
Cause if I catch a dirty, I'm facing T-IM-E
My first time ever sober
It's fucking with my brain
Got a nigga with an attitude
I can't maintain
If you cross me I'll bring it to you hard
Not softly living like I'm invincible
One day it's gonna cost me
When it's time to pay up
And I lay up in a grave
Bury me with a fifty sack
And a motherfucking 12 gauge
Hey, no love in my heart
Cause my homies was phony
Straight from the motherfucking start
Why couldn't I get a ride, if
I ain't have no weed, these motherfuckers
Ain't my people
They gotta be strangers up a reverend breed
So I bless the streets with my Smith & Wesson
And if you beefing with me nigga
Better get your weapon
You better pray that I'm codeine
And I'm just tripping
But, I won't let you add up to my problems
I will leave you tripping