Z-Ro Lyrics

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Pain Lyrics

Pain, my middle name

 Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain

 Pain, my middle name

 Lord please have mercy on my

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days

 When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze

 Looking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the fuck that picture be so clear

 Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drank

 But I'm right back heavy on beer

 Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders

 Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy

 Please God forgive your servant, and your man child

 But the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like me

 Grow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wild

 Wasn't I good enough, to get some shit like that

 It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like that

 My life my life, falls under the wicked and shife

 I gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonight

 Even though I'm grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my dome

 Fuck around and front, like I'm gon 

 Buy your work, and straight leave on your song

 If a nigga take me out it's all good, cause I've been fiending to leave

 My life is fucked up, and I'm tired of having to drink to a G

 

 [Chorus]

 Pain, my middle name

 I must learn to live again, but existing in such a strain

 Pain, my middle name

 Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Now I done had pistols to my head befo'

 Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo'

 Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro

 I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us

 They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers

 Dog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out 

 What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me out

 I'm so sick and tired Lord knows, I'm sick and tired of this pain

 But steady keeping the world, I'm no preaching through the rap game

 The most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dream

 Cause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of lean

 Having a case of flashbacks, of the good time

 But then I remember, it wasn't no good time

 Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time

 24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank

 To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bank

 I gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game

 Cause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 Dorothy Marie or mama, I've been stressed, learning to live

 A life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest

 I'd like to find the meaning of sick and tired

 Plus I can't determine between a bitch and right

 Even my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to ride

 I'm the shit bitch, I know you smell the odor

 Them other two niggas ain't bitches, and it's had a chip on my shoulder

 I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama

 When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn

 I'm 'pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain't

 Seen the states in two months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack star

 What a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album release

 A promotional show, and I must get do' nigga I got ounces to cheese

 Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G's

 Plus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D's

 Gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game

 More I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain

 

 [Chorus]