слова песни Z-Ro - So Much
[Z-Ro]
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
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