[Z-Ro]
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I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame
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Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sing
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I'm sick of this struggling all damn day
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never see the sun cause skies stay gray
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This for the little kids that can't go play
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Cause everybody outside playing with an AK
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Come around my niggas you bust you f*ck around get lost
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Better not set trip, f*ck around get tossed
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I be a fool with that break them off
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Lay it down little daddy straight take them off
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Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain
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You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain
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Tears be coming on down like rain
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It's a full time job, trying to maintain
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Want to stay right but right be broke, a nigga can't eat with dreams and hopes
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Steady be thinking of sell some dope, or trying to get paid from songs I wrote
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In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill my shoes
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Got to pay the rent, got to pay the light bill
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Got to pay the depend, deposit and pay dues
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Me and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my way
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But one of these days gone be out there
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It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay
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Until we make it we mash together
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Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
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South sive for live, S.U.C. for life, nigga we get cash forever
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(Chorus - 2x)
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Maintaining, hustling struggling but I got to survive
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Keep maintaining, it's a burden up on my conscience just staying alive
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[Hawk]
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I'm a real hustler stacking funds, riding around with a loaded gun
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Some of my niggas that's on the run, with all that weed up in your lungs
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Get your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floor
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Go about this process slow, and feel the pain of my nigga Z-Ro
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Over money I lose sleep, sell work, f*ck sheep
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Spit heat on beats, to make my, ends meet
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Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete
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Victim of these ghetto streets, you don't work, you don't eat
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I strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintain
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Stay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaine
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This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family
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Forever keep my sanity, and do this shit for P-A-T
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Must keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em spread
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Me and my niggas we break bread, until the whole family's fed
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You heard what, I said, in this, over bull
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All that, I say, I speak, the truth
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(Chorus - 2x)
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[Z-Ro]
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Looking at this little light of mine, never did glimmer, never did shine
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Cause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I got to get mine
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Got to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay broke
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Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
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Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when she come home
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Bout to pull a stunt, last of the month
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Ain't no more work, just riding on chrome
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No rocks in my pocket the on my neck
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One slip and I'm tripping one growing up thick
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Give me a couple of zeros on a check
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I might sweat, but never gone let up
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(Chorus - 6x)
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