| [Z-Ro] How does it feel, when they don't believe anything you say | |
| Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day | |
| Man this ain't living, nothing but drama all through the week | |
| And if they don't respect my words, why they want me to speak | |
| I'm feeling worse, even though | |
| I put my family first | |
| I'm shedding tears cause | |
| I feel as if | |
| I'm headed to the dirt | |
| Ghetto on me, stressed out my mama buried ain't dead | |
| Ain't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head | |
| Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop | |
| Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems | |
| How does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel to | |
| Victimized yourself for one time and evermore after the g | |
| And focus on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fast | |
| Sitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time pass | |
| My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife | |
| I wonder where | |
| I got to sleep tonight, my nigga, how does it feel [Chorus x2] | |
| When you can't make the pain stop | |
| Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops | |
| When your kin people done turned they back | |
| Every family that | |
| I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel [Z-Ro] | |
| I could of sworn | |
| I wasn't the only person on this earth | |
| But it seems, that | |
| I've been one deep ever since the day of my birth | |
| I'm sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think | |
| I'm tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don't understand 24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out | |
| Who was the friend, who was the foes, you know it's bout to drive me crazy | |
| Mama, tell | |
| Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look at | |
| The way they do me down here, my vision is | |
| Z-Ro on the stretcher | |
| Can't I breed in peace, won't y'all leave me alone | |
| Like Makavelli | |
| I close my eyes and picture home | |
| Bout a Mo | |
| City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin | |
| No longer watching my back for the retaliation | |
| How does it feel to wish that you was dead, | |
| I can Answer that cause many of nights my pistol's to my head | |
| But I'm so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees | |
| Of being neglected stressing enemies, my nigga, how does it feel [Chorus x2] [Z-Ro] | |
| How does it feel, when these busters try to take your life | |
| Lord knows | |
| I don't want to pull my 45 | |
| But see I'ma survive, nigga don't make me use my tool | |
| Get some of that bomb green from | |
| Tom 'fore | |
| I lose my cool | |
| How can I make to it to the top | |
| I'm like a crab in a bucket | |
| It got me hostile, | |
| I see my pistol grab it and bust it | |
| Nigga get off me, | |
| I don't love nan one of y'all | |
| I'm coming forward you pen and killing every one of y'all | |
| Call me ceaser, get em while they sleeping, | |
| I'm grim reaping | |
| Bust and never saw me coming left him with his blood seeping | |
| I'm a soldier, recognize the signs of the time | |
| It seems it's kill or be killed up in this stony life of mine | |
| Can you feel it, when it's hard to rub against a real nigga | |
| How does it feel, to see my blood spill my nigga | |
| My life, my life, feel like | |
| I'm running out of time | |
| Till it's over catch me running with my nine, how does it feel [Chorus x4] |
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