Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Same Everyday Lyrics

f/ Mussilini

 

 (*talking*)

 Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it

 Trying to get it baby

 

 [Hook]

 It's the same everyday, everyday is the same

 Running up and down the block, chasing change

 And off a million faces, there be a seven year case

 So we gotta be careful, when we slang

 

 [Z-Ro]

 It's the same everyday, I gotta get up and get it

 Trying to keep the lights on, and avoid getting evicted

 Cause the landlord tripping, want me out of the house

 Thinking it's nothing but that hard, coming out of the house

 And it is I can't get a job, cause I'm an ex convict

 All day I sell crack, not with but the bomb shit

 My spot hotter, than a motherfucking stove

 But if I can't recognize, your face shop close

 I got uppers, downers, whatever you need

 I got them wholesales, for niggas that wanna be

 And when the drought come in, Z-Ro gon go to the stash

 I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash

 I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the shine

 Cause that's where a alot of motherfuckers, be doing time

 Not me, I gotta stay free

 Cause if I'm locked up, can't nobody pay me

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Mussilini]

 Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla

 I ain't gotta follow, plus I'm on the hunt for the dolla

 Going through the drama, daily

 Cause you realize, that the street pays me

 What lately you been giving in, to the sinning of your kid

 In and in women friends, getting trained in your den

 Yep since daddy left, and granddaddy left

 I been left with the stress, of the shelf

 At the age of sixteen, my judgment was afreered

 And for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wern

 I mean the blue warrant, my past pride's current

 While my attitude's a middle finger, they don't know what I've endured

 It's hell riding candy no license, uninsured

 Pulled over to the curb, where's the weed and the syrup

 But I'm staying on my note, yep perfecting is with time

 Since I'm a boss hap, I use paper, pen in mine

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Mussilini]

 We got rich white guys on heroine, snorting

 We go to jail for stones, but they can leagallize abortion

 Extortion, money laundering and inbroan

 Who the hell gon do time for jobs, lost at World Com

 This year America's fucked up, D-Black and Jono got time

 I'm grabbing a phone, it cost a dime

 I'm bout to put this land in line, y'all don't

 Feel going, y'all feel bills and crime

 So here's my mind, plus a toilet for a dookie

 Seven C sale, Mussilini best boochie

 Ignorance is bliss, so you better call Calvin

 Shit I can't duck fly, for the whole damn album

 My life is a near, and turbulence is here

 Body full of wounds, I think them folks got the spill

 The land of the lost, but I'm lost in this land

 Trying to make a future out this corn in my hand, man

 

 [Hook - 2x]