[Z-Ro] So much struggle and pain, I'm stuck in the game Can somebody, help me please I'm so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause they got, a little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready to bust, one of these A to the K's Can't even count, how many blunts I blaze Wetter than syrup slide, riding on the way Can't nobody talk about pain like me, and that's about a god damn shame Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I'm still in pursuit of my change I done been through a group, and a solo tape Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo' cakes Can't stay on no crack, but I'll sell you a track And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know I'm trying Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere So we living our life, like we don't care When I'm posted up, I sting like a wasp Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss Me and my niggaz, use to be thicker than sauce Now, they don't even come to the house I'm drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family One deep, I bring the bread in
[Hook - 2x] I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters We been down too long, y'all can't hold us down no mo'
[Slim Chance] It's Ms. Slim Chance, I'm going for the crowd and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say I'm ready, cause I wreck the flow Say they got pathetic, won't let it go All about the money, gotta get it and go And if you ain't spending money, then you out the do' No time for the games, try stay on my toes So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go
[Trae] You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name Don't they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game 24/7, I be wrecking the microphone And leaving everybody stuck, cause I'm wrecking on every song And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me I'm fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex Knocking niggaz on rest, to collect my checks Now what a wonderful world, we living in The way of life, got a nigga living in sin All that I wanted, was to make dividends Maybe get my T. A new house, with a Benz to get in And my kin folks, a platinum plack We done dominated rap, and y'all know that And if you didn't know that, you better let it go We been down too long, and I'm letting y'all know
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[Z-Ro] You going ball, steady trying to stand tall Never do nothing, but crawl Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-you-T's Wannabe's, and the wanna-be-me's I really been stilling, my status There's never ever, gonna be another me Gonna take, too much practice I got too many motherfucking zones, up under the mattress Situation at hand, these motherfuckers Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going So I read the root, when I grind Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card Another one's, talking down Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme One deep individual, up under God Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part I'm so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling But they setting up, road blocks Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked And all enemies, must be dropped Fuck it I said it first, and I'ma say it again I'm in it to win, I'm never gon rest My 16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T Singing off always, are-I-D-G E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep