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Артист: Z-RoНазвание : So MuchДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south rap hip-hop houston southern rap Видео:
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Lately I`ve been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that`s prepping me for death I think I`m ready, because this world ain`t no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time Y`all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell I tell my people so no to dope, but I let it sell Need to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black I know I`m on pot before or not, I gotta peddle crack Ain`t nobody got my back, except the laws when they on it So I be going for broke, demolishing my opponents Leaving no traces just blood on faces, believe that HK I`ma squeeze that, you won`t even want be back [Hook] I got through so much, so I try to stay fucked up Because, when I`m sober I can`t maintain Even though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane [Z-Ro] I can`t focus, I`m losing my mind real fast Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash Dropping album after album, platinum song after song But it`s like I ain`t did nothing, cause the lights ain`t on How can I win, it`s like everything I do is a motherfucking sin It got a nigga, fiending to see my end All of my friends are fake, they come around when I`m spending cash But when I`m broke they out the do`, with wheels spinning fast Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my homies Burning bridges, and I don`t give a fuck Remember y`all laughing at me, when I couldn`t get a buck It`s all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles I`m trying to jump over my residence And my vehicle, is something I dump over And it might not be much, but it`s all I got So when I paint it, promethazyne is all I pop [Hook] [Z-Ro] I`m on pre-trial now, and I can`t smoke no weed Cause if I catch a dirty, I`m facing T-I-M-E My first time ever sober, it`s fucking with my brain Got a nigga with an attitude, I can`t maintain If you cross me I`ll bring it to you hard, not softly Living like I`m invincible, one day it`s gonna cost me When it`s time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave Bury me with a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12 gauge Hey, no love in my heart Cause my homies was phony, straight from the motherfucking start Why couldn`t I get a ride, if I ain`t have no weed, these motherfuckers Ain`t my people, they gotta be strangers up a reverend breed So I bless the streets, with my smith-n-wesson And if you beefing with me nigga, better get your weapon You better pray that I`m codeine, and I`m just tripping But I won`t let you add up to my problems, I will leave you tripping [Hook] | Похожие исполнители:
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