Z-Ro - World Wide lyrics

Uh, seem like they got my
Life on the big screen
Z-Ro versus the world, feel me round one

Is it reality or just a fable
The most powerful lyricists in the world
Was on a low budget label
Even if I don't clear a million I
Just want to be living well
Not saying that heaven is promised to me but
I don't want to believe in hell
Feeling on coming also cause
Problems worry me
If it ain't the stress somebody's
Always trying to bury me
So thinking I'm undercovers and the dope
They try to deal me
Jealousy and envy make my niggas
Want to kill me
Everybody want to pick up a gun and
Bust thinking artillery fin to be
Drilling me nigga
But, I' sick of this pistol play bumping
Ain't no more killng me nigga
Cause, I'm a soldier
Trying to keep his mind at ease
And if I squeeze then we all bleed

Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas
I think I'm bout to lose my mind
Aggravated and restless i don't want to die

Look at how they made me
Judicial systems raised me
The drama that they give me
Never ceases to amaze me
They tell me that my mind's gone
Coming up is what my mind's on
I guess there's nothing left to do
But get my grind on
Thinking about my family but
Knowing they neglect me
I'm not gonna give up
I'm gonna make my family respect me
I'm talking to my father now
Daddy I'm a grown up
Depending on you is falsified because
You haven't shown up
Caught up in these streets
I'm taking penitentiary chances
I done forgived and I done forget plus
I'm not giving you anymore chances
Quick to run out of the house for
Nothing now your son is feeling anger
Remember the times you couldn't
Come around because
Your life has been in danger
I'm a leader to follow is not my destiny
But, I guess it was written for
Me to fall victim to jealousy
It's killing me to stay alive
But there ain't no use in me crying
No matter what I guess it's what is right
On southside

Whoever would of thought that I
Would be this fam-ous
Put in work until it hurt but
Keep pretending it's pain it's
Affiliated with killers when we fight
Us to the death
Picture your partner cocked and aim and
Headed straight for your chest
It's hard to focus cause my
Homies keep on killing eachother
Everybody stressing cause ain't
Nobody feeling eachother
I often conversate with god but who's
To say if he's listening
Even though I died as a sinner
But resurrected as a christian
At 11 years old I was told
That most friends turn to foes
From velicos to calicoes it helps
When our battle folds
If it ain't true, if it ain't crew
It's a mexican deed
I'ma catch an attitude instntly bitch
You plexing with me
And ain't no begging for mercy
Because you shot my nigga
And I swear to god everywhere you go
It's gone be hot my nigga
And maybe god can forgive you but
See the streets seeing different
They want you dead you might
Not make it to prison, bitch

Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out
Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation
My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy