| [Z-Ro:] My life is like a crazy game, duckin' & dodgin' crooked cops | |
| On a mission fishin' for feddy ready to make a knot | |
| I'm use to havin' less & | |
| I just can't deal with the stress | |
| And it seems like everywhere | |
| I go, another nigga wanna test | |
| Brother don't disrespect yourself & get yourself up in a vine ' | |
| Cause I'm a maniac with a mac & a black backpack | |
| Smoke nothin' but urban fat sack, | |
| I'm tryin' to keep from goin' off | |
| But niggas be tryin' to make me starve, when | |
| I need groceries in my house | |
| Wicked niggas say they be friends, but end up tryin' to kill your friends | |
| Always turn to foes, that's sayin' it's over millions | |
| Dealin' with dirty niggas on a daily basis | |
| I don't really wanna fuck with 'em, but see they baby faces | |
| I gotta survive. [Chorus:] [x2] | |
| Let Me Live | |
| My Life, nigga don't fuck with me | |
| To G another | |
| G then you die | |
| And when it's my time | |
| I hope I don't cry. [Z-Ro:] | |
| Livin' in the ghetto, day by day | |
| I'm bumpin' tryin' to make a profit 'cause | |
| I gotta get my pay | |
| You better keep watchin' me & pretty soon you'll see man | |
| That I'm a real rich nigga from the | |
| Houston streets | |
| Fried out lickin' lookin' for something to eat | |
| I'm on a mission, whippin' birds like they stole something | |
| Pain, it make me wanna roll something | |
| I'm a soldier & | |
| I'm outta my mind | |
| Voicemail beepin' for days 'cause | |
| I'm out on the grind | |
| Guess my Daddy didn't love me 'cause he turned his back | |
| Therefore the streets is my people, a nigga learned like that | |
| And I had to get up & bleed the block | |
| And it don't stop. [Chorus:] [x2] | |
| Let Me Live | |
| My Life, nigga don't fuck with me | |
| To G another | |
| G, then you die | |
| And when it's my time | |
| I hope I don't cry. [Z-Ro:] | |
| My nigga Herman | |
| Fisher doin' fed time | |
| I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn | |
| I had to start all over, but it didn't matter 'cause | |
| I was a soldier | |
| Walkin' around with a king size chip on my shoulder | |
| Missin' my mama while | |
| I lay down, on benches to sleep | |
| Snatchin' purses & hoppin' fences just to eat | |
| Still I maintain, | |
| I'm still in the same game chasin' paper | |
| Bitch niggas be up in my business, like oops | |
| I'm erasin' haters | |
| I'm S.U.C. for life, | |
| KMJ until | |
| I'm finished | |
| Like Popeye from the ghetto, but a nigga don't need no spinach | |
| All I need is my | |
| Nina when | |
| I be flippin' birds ' | |
| Cause all | |
| I have in this world, is my balls & my word. [Chorus:] [x4] | |
| Let Me Live | |
| My Life, nigga don't fuck with me | |
| To G another | |
| G, then you die | |
| And when it's mine | |
| I hope I don't cry. |
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