Z-Ro, Thug Dirt, Daz Dillinger - Time and Time Again lyrics

Yeah, let me count that up right there
Real shit, know I mean, you know I mean
What's up Z-Ro
Yeah, this a real one, inhale that shit nigga

Time and time again
I get caught up, trying to make those ends
In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do
Is a criiiiime, what else could I do
I would like, to make a change
But being broke
Will make a nigga stay the same
In my liiiiiife, tell me what to do
At least I grind, what else could I do

I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrong
Will I live, with a nigga be bumping my song
Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone
Will I journey on, will I journey on
My journey was swift and thick
Came up in the game
Slanging these rhymes to get rich
Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand
I perfected my housing
Now me and my niggas is cold cold lounging
Roll a Five Hundred Wagon
We blasting the morgue cause body bagging
Back to the hood cause we sagging
I ain't asking for no handout
See my demands bout
That's when I planned out
See I just cash out
Make sure it's all there, Dat Nigga Daz out
Now I'm swerving and swerving nigga
Without a doubt
It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z
Or it just another day, got me just being a G
Be so easily spoken, my minds are open
My eyes are open, I keep smoking
And spilling that mud leaning
Me and my niggas we super thugs
Bitch, who the fuck that you thought it was

I'ma pledge allegiance
To this crooked ass game
Walking backwards through this
Rhythm this nation, without a name
I don't need to be known
I just to be living like it
Cause, I come from Holiday
There's no other prison like it
I fuck with niggas like Chill
And the Don Keke
Cause not only are they killas
They be about they currency
Somebody told me Z-Ro, get your ass up and go
Get a job but my job
Got to be filling out applications it's hard
For a young black male, to stack male
But do it legal
Without the help of a crack sale
That's asking too much
Cause my people having it rough
That's just your ghetto
Everyday average stuff
From California to Texas
People are restless and they starving
Like predators after the prey
They gon come barging just like the police
You might as well call us the Fed
Because we running shit undercover
But making our bread

I'm trying to make it
But the world want me to take it
Sticky sticky I'm getting stuck
In a crazy situation
Should I get a job a car and a wife
Or chrome with cookies
On the corner, this is my life
I often wish it was easy
But the road so cold
I make one and pay three
I gots to make two mo'
And coming short don't add up
Niggas wanna agg' up
Uncock the gun lil' nigga, put the mask up
I ain't killing no mo'
I gots to find another way
I got people locked down
Ain't seen the light of day
I'm struggling right now
I still gots to get paid
God please, help me, men my wicked ways
I'm trudging through the mud
Trying to make it to the concrete
But, I'm sinking, can't see my feet
Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted
I'ma push it to the limit
In the dark, hit the lights
So I could finish, yeah