Z-Ro - This Ain't Livin lyrics
[Z-Ro - This Ain't Livin lyrics]
They don’t give a damn
Unless you’re breaking your back for them
They won’t help you out the situations you in
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems then they grin
This ain’t livin
They don’t give a damn about you
When you drive a regular car
Then when you in that Bentley then
They care who you are
When you broke they can’t see
You standing next to them
But when you rich they see you from afar
This ain’t livin
If I ain’t throwing money in the club
They show no love for me in the club
Bitches didn’t wanna ride my 300
But they love the passenger side
In my Bentley on dub
Why the fuck I gotta ball to be accepted
I’m not a man, I’m a medallion at a necklace
Say they my homies but I
Know they’d probably rob me
And leave a nigga dead somewhere in Texas
Y’all motherfuckers fake
Facing friendships off the money that I make
You come around and eat when
Your tummy got an ache
But when I’m doing bad I promise
I see not a face
God damn right, my nigga, these are the prays
Maybe they’ll give a fuck about me
When I’m in my grave
Sometimes I’d rather be doing
Time in the states at least I know what I’m
Up against behind the gates, yeah
Baby mama’s got my daughter seeing green
I’m not even a father, I’m an atm machine
They never call me to see how I’m doing
It’s just "we need this, we need that"
I wish I could let it ring
Sometime I wish I never wrote my first song
They wouldn’t know who I was and
They would have left me alone
Sometimes I be like lord I’m ready
You can call me home
Can’t take it here no more
I would rather be gone
Y’all motherfuckers fake
Facing friendships off the money that I make
You come around and eat when
Your tummy got an ache
But when I’m doing bad I promise
I see not a face
God damn right, my nigga, these are the prays
Maybe they’ll give a fuck about me
When I’m in my grave
Sometimes I’d rather be doing
Time in the states at least I know what I’m
Up against behind the gates, yeah
Same nigga used to ride a fixed up Fleetwood
Today, his shoes don’t even
Cover his feet good a nice neighborhood to a
Spot under the freeway
It’s hard to ball but to the
Fall off it’s so easy when you doing good
It’s so many people down with you
Even when you doing nothing
They just hang around with you
But let the lights go off
And the water stop running
Visit's turn to phone calls and
The phone calls stop coming
Fuck this Z-Ro shit
My name Joseph Wayne nigga
But, if I wasn't Z-Ro
Would they give a fuck if I came nigga
All the bullshit I go through
I guess I’m who to blame nigga
And the fucked up part about it
Ain’t gonna never change nigga
Unless you’re breaking your back for them
They won’t help you out the situations you in
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems then they grin
This ain’t livin
They don’t give a damn about you
When you drive a regular car
Then when you in that Bentley then
They care who you are
When you broke they can’t see
You standing next to them
But when you rich they see you from afar
This ain’t livin
If I ain’t throwing money in the club
They show no love for me in the club
Bitches didn’t wanna ride my 300
But they love the passenger side
In my Bentley on dub
Why the fuck I gotta ball to be accepted
I’m not a man, I’m a medallion at a necklace
Say they my homies but I
Know they’d probably rob me
And leave a nigga dead somewhere in Texas
Y’all motherfuckers fake
Facing friendships off the money that I make
You come around and eat when
Your tummy got an ache
But when I’m doing bad I promise
I see not a face
God damn right, my nigga, these are the prays
Maybe they’ll give a fuck about me
When I’m in my grave
Sometimes I’d rather be doing
Time in the states at least I know what I’m
Up against behind the gates, yeah
Baby mama’s got my daughter seeing green
I’m not even a father, I’m an atm machine
They never call me to see how I’m doing
It’s just "we need this, we need that"
I wish I could let it ring
Sometime I wish I never wrote my first song
They wouldn’t know who I was and
They would have left me alone
Sometimes I be like lord I’m ready
You can call me home
Can’t take it here no more
I would rather be gone
Y’all motherfuckers fake
Facing friendships off the money that I make
You come around and eat when
Your tummy got an ache
But when I’m doing bad I promise
I see not a face
God damn right, my nigga, these are the prays
Maybe they’ll give a fuck about me
When I’m in my grave
Sometimes I’d rather be doing
Time in the states at least I know what I’m
Up against behind the gates, yeah
Same nigga used to ride a fixed up Fleetwood
Today, his shoes don’t even
Cover his feet good a nice neighborhood to a
Spot under the freeway
It’s hard to ball but to the
Fall off it’s so easy when you doing good
It’s so many people down with you
Even when you doing nothing
They just hang around with you
But let the lights go off
And the water stop running
Visit's turn to phone calls and
The phone calls stop coming
Fuck this Z-Ro shit
My name Joseph Wayne nigga
But, if I wasn't Z-Ro
Would they give a fuck if I came nigga
All the bullshit I go through
I guess I’m who to blame nigga
And the fucked up part about it
Ain’t gonna never change nigga