Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Life Story Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable

 They got me out on the ledge

 feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable

 It's reality, feel like I'm on the offensive, they trying to tackle me

 That's why I keep popping fists

 So rather relative or stranger, better keep your distance

 I can't determine friend or foe so you in danger

 Chemical imbalances of the weed and cocaine, but it really

 Don't matter to society, a nigga that got no face and no name

 Deserving more, but I'ma mob until I ain't got nothing left

 And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems and death

 Cause there's some niggas looking for me and they might be near

 And if they kill me don't shed a tear, remember I'm not happy here

 Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize

 Although my vision is blurry I'm losing life in a hurry

 Even my girlfriend don't understand, didn't want to

 Witness the wicked so please find yourself another man, haters feel me

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 This is my liiiiiiiiife

 Surviving in the struggle, living so shife

 

 [Verse 2]

 My opposition and proposition is scheming for cash

 And if you bitches is scandalous, I get in that ass

 So let's reliviate the pressure

 Don't try to run it's guaranteed these slugs'll catch you

 Oh yeah, I keeps a problem solver

 A pistol grip, a automatic and revolver

 Check it, and I'ma handle up baby 

 It's in my nature it's a must it ain't a maybe, peep game

 The feds taking pictures, and tapping my phones

 But if I catch you bitches snitching best believe me it's on

 I analyze of this realize and open fire on bitches

 And if I catch you bastards slipping I'm leaving bodies in ditches, huh

 I bet that ass can pass it

 Your life span it ain't long, you in a casket, check it

 Niggas rushing your ass, mob deep with ski masks

 Busting shots on the road trying to make your car crash, this is my life

 

 (Chorus - 2x)

 

 [Z-Ro]

 These boys be telling me they got love, giving me false-i-fied tapping, but

 I know they wouldn't give a fuck about me if there wasn't no money in rapping

 See I know they want to get rich off me understand, even if I was

 To die I still can talk they still put a mic in my hand

 For trying to copy my style of life, pretending like they from my block

 While I survive on willing to live while they depend on mom and pops

 Before you make your move, check yourself and giving me for the millions

 For the love of the struggle and just can't take it cause you not real

 You want to be dead, there's gone be a dentist to see

 When a nigga be scream and hollering I'm godfather

 But I guess it's just the menace in me, plus

 The only nigga that's skipping me from clicking is Herman Fisher

 Relocated the killers and gats and drinking and if and burning swishers

 Why they want to play with my life, they got families, nigga I don't

 The only thing between me and them hoes

 Is I'ma keep thugging they timid ass won't

 Will they mind they own god damn business and keep they self out of mine

 Because of a thin line, between handling business

 and boo yeah coward a nine baby

 

 (Chorus - 4x)