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Who is my friend who is my foe, I just can't tell no mo' |
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Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro |
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It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I don't know |
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Bottom line I ain't never fucked with nobody, why y'all fucking with me fo' |
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It's a trip, to see how all these people scream my name |
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Cause I could remember whole lot of em, that said I'd never make it in the rap game |
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Look at me now though, I got cars and cash |
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And since I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag |
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I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt |
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24/7 all day and night, around the clock that's how we work |
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I could give a fuck, about these niggaz wanting beef |
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They been muted by my paper chase, interrupt me you might come up deceased |
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Bitch I'm a product, of the streets |
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Plus I'm an animal that seem raw and untamed, and J. Prince got me off the leash |
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I'm a motherfucking beast, when it come down to my bread |
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Hey red you pull the cover back, it's time to lay in your bed |
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[Hook:] |
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In my life, don't nobody wanna see me win |
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In my life, they'd rather see me disgusted with no ends |
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In my life, everyday another friend turn to a foe |
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That's why my motto is fuck friends, hand me my do' |
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In my life, I still struggle to make ends meet |
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It ain't gravy just cause you see me on TV, I'm almost back on the streets |
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In my life, bitch I done seen and heard it all |
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So I'm one deep till my casket, I ain't fucking with y'all |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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I use to ride or die for you, like you was my gal or something |
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Simply cause you gave a damn about me, when I had nothing |
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When all the homies use to laugh at me, because I was broke |
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You would make a plate for me, and we might sip a six or a fo' |
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And even though you had a nigga, you said I could spend the night |
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But out of respect for both of y'all, I chose to kick it under the street light |
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Hell yeah I was attracted to ya baby, and you know that |
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I still feel like we look good, together on a Kodak |
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But a lot of bullshit, been floating round in the air |
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I 'sposed to said some disrespectful shit, now you hate a playa |
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And to that skinny bitch with the rigid gold, you need to shut the hell up |
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Tal'n bout I made you suck my dick for a ride, yeah I made your throat swell up |
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But tell it, how it really went down |
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Cause we was coming from the studio, and you leaned over from the passenger side |
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Yeah you was trying to get me, to let you spend the night |
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But since I turned you down, you throwing mo' salt in my life |
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[Hook] |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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Life is hard but it's fair, and even though it might rain |
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I got my galoshes plus my umbrella, ain't no stopping me mayn |
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Whenever seen my way I'ma deal with it, then send it right back |
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I been the underdog all my life, that's why I bark like that |
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And fuck a friend nigga, y'all wasn't trying to kick it when I didn't have no ends nigga |
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Y'all must think, I'm a fool |
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Prolly just wanna flip in my whip, and have me pay for the weed |
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But I'll be damned if I blow my hard earned money, on anyone else but me |
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I came to this bitch one deep, and that's how I'm gon go |
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And the way I see it I owe nobody nothing, ain't nobody gon get no do' |
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Z-Ro King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don |
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Everybody around me is strapped, that's why you never see me with a gun |
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I get my funds, cause it's the time of the month to pay bills |
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I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me and the people across the street for real |
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Homie, I'm just trying to pay bills |
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I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me and the people across the street for real |
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[Hook x2] |