| Song | Everyday, Samethang |
| Artist | Z-Ro |
| Album | Let the Truth Be Told |
| 作曲 : Dean, McVey | |
| [Z-Ro:] Aight, aight, aight. [Z-Ro:] | |
| When the Fetti be rollin' setty, won't nobody be home | |
| When the money start lookin' funny, all my friends get gone | |
| Concerts & studio time, they love to come & kick it | |
| But without gas money | |
| Z-Ro gon' miss it | |
| I thought to myself, this feels like don't nobody hear me | |
| Even though | |
| I screamin' | |
| I must be a demon 'cause won't nobody come near me | |
| People laugh at me 'cause | |
| I ain't got respect like faith | |
| Fuck respect, | |
| I do this to keep a ride & a place. | |
| Will I survive? ' | |
| Cause God's watchin' | |
| Satan is takin' my sanity please | |
| God stop it | |
| I'm feelin' like | |
| Snoop 'cause murder was the case that they gave me | |
| They knew | |
| I ain't do it, but just to they permission they wanna hang me | |
| I'm feelin' like | |
| Jesus when he was about to be crucified | |
| Please everyone if you don't help me then you could die | |
| Suicide is safety, but it's definite hell | |
| Somebody dead & they got me stressin' in hell | |
| I'm sangin' the blues. [Chorus: Z-Ro] | |
| Everyday I'm still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I'm tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change | |
| I'm real but niggas still talk down on my name | |
| Everyday I'm still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I'm tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game ' | |
| Cause my people step on me like | |
| I'm a flow mad fame. [Z-Ro:] | |
| I'm used to mother organizations & 'loc's of my own | |
| Evaporate like | |
| Brillo, when fiends smokin' that stones | |
| That's the way we live in the ghetto, if we could we'd change | |
| But don't nobody love us but trouble, so that's why we bang | |
| Many funerals to go to, | |
| I don't go to none | |
| Never look in a pine box, until | |
| I see Z-Ro in one | |
| Ain't no future in front & | |
| I'm scared to be decease | |
| But it seems like the only way a gorilla-mobb gangsta gon' see peace ' | |
| Cause mama waitin' for me, her grandma | |
| Bezzy Tellin' me ain't no haters in heaven, or detectives to sweat me | |
| And a mansion a home in the ground, that'll be mine | |
| Hand ready singin' praises to | |
| God that'll be fine | |
| Plus they tell me the streets are made of gold | |
| Here people murder people, the webbin' in heaven is under your toes | |
| It ain't hard doin' right, it's just hard to succeed | |
| I wanna live but it's hard to breathe | |
| It got me singin' the blues. [Chorus: Z-Ro] | |
| Everyday I'm still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I'm tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change | |
| I'm real but niggas still talk down on my name | |
| Everyday I'm still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I'm tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game ' | |
| Cause my people step on me like | |
| I'm a flow mad fame. [Z-Ro:] | |
| I came along way, but it's still alot of road up ahead | |
| To be honest | |
| I'm feelin' like | |
| I'm suppose to be dead | |
| People feelin' like | |
| I suppose be happy 'cause | |
| I'm makin' some ends | |
| But I'm lonely 'cause | |
| I cannot communicate with my friends | |
| Niggas I grew up with, be actin' like we ain't grow up together | |
| Fuck hoes & pour up together | |
| Nigga you cried on my shoulders & | |
| I cried on yours | |
| Yeah you rode on my enemies, so | |
| I ride on yours | |
| But it's a different day & time | |
| And we don't even kick it | |
| Ain't nobody got time to holla no more it's strictly business | |
| But I tell you this, | |
| I will always have love for ya | |
| The same nigga bitch | |
| I still shed blood for ya | |
| The same nigga blood bitch | |
| I love ya | |
| I went to school to fight niggas for you | |
| Even though we wasn't | |
| Blood Brothers | |
| Fuck that, we was brothers. | |
| What we is now? | |
| I can't do nothin' but continue my years out | |
| But it's all gravy, ain't nobody gotta chill with me | |
| Only thing | |
| I ask nigga keep it real with me. [Chorus: Z-Ro] | |
| Everyday I'm still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I'm tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change | |
| I'm real but niggas still talk down on my name | |
| Everyday I'm still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I'm tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game ' | |
| Cause my people step on me like | |
| I'm a flow mad fame. |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, McVey | |
| ZRo: Aight, aight, aight. ZRo: | |
| When the Fetti be rollin' setty, won' t nobody be home | |
| When the money start lookin' funny, all my friends get gone | |
| Concerts studio time, they love to come kick it | |
| But without gas money | |
| ZRo gon' miss it | |
| I thought to myself, this feels like don' t nobody hear me | |
| Even though | |
| I screamin' | |
| I must be a demon ' cause won' t nobody come near me | |
| People laugh at me ' cause | |
| I ain' t got respect like faith | |
| Fuck respect, | |
| I do this to keep a ride a place. | |
| Will I survive? ' | |
| Cause God' s watchin' | |
| Satan is takin' my sanity please | |
| God stop it | |
| I' m feelin' like | |
| Snoop ' cause murder was the case that they gave me | |
| They knew | |
| I ain' t do it, but just to they permission they wanna hang me | |
| I' m feelin' like | |
| Jesus when he was about to be crucified | |
| Please everyone if you don' t help me then you could die | |
| Suicide is safety, but it' s definite hell | |
| Somebody dead they got me stressin' in hell | |
| I' m sangin' the blues. Chorus: ZRo | |
| Everyday I' m still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I' m tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change | |
| I' m real but niggas still talk down on my name | |
| Everyday I' m still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I' m tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game ' | |
| Cause my people step on me like | |
| I' m a flow mad fame. ZRo: | |
| I' m used to mother organizations ' loc' s of my own | |
| Evaporate like | |
| Brillo, when fiends smokin' that stones | |
| That' s the way we live in the ghetto, if we could we' d change | |
| But don' t nobody love us but trouble, so that' s why we bang | |
| Many funerals to go to, | |
| I don' t go to none | |
| Never look in a pine box, until | |
| I see ZRo in one | |
| Ain' t no future in front | |
| I' m scared to be decease | |
| But it seems like the only way a gorillamobb gangsta gon' see peace ' | |
| Cause mama waitin' for me, her grandma | |
| Bezzy Tellin' me ain' t no haters in heaven, or detectives to sweat me | |
| And a mansion a home in the ground, that' ll be mine | |
| Hand ready singin' praises to | |
| God that' ll be fine | |
| Plus they tell me the streets are made of gold | |
| Here people murder people, the webbin' in heaven is under your toes | |
| It ain' t hard doin' right, it' s just hard to succeed | |
| I wanna live but it' s hard to breathe | |
| It got me singin' the blues. Chorus: ZRo | |
| Everyday I' m still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I' m tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change | |
| I' m real but niggas still talk down on my name | |
| Everyday I' m still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I' m tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game ' | |
| Cause my people step on me like | |
| I' m a flow mad fame. ZRo: | |
| I came along way, but it' s still alot of road up ahead | |
| To be honest | |
| I' m feelin' like | |
| I' m suppose to be dead | |
| People feelin' like | |
| I suppose be happy ' cause | |
| I' m makin' some ends | |
| But I' m lonely ' cause | |
| I cannot communicate with my friends | |
| Niggas I grew up with, be actin' like we ain' t grow up together | |
| Fuck hoes pour up together | |
| Nigga you cried on my shoulders | |
| I cried on yours | |
| Yeah you rode on my enemies, so | |
| I ride on yours | |
| But it' s a different day time | |
| And we don' t even kick it | |
| Ain' t nobody got time to holla no more it' s strictly business | |
| But I tell you this, | |
| I will always have love for ya | |
| The same nigga bitch | |
| I still shed blood for ya | |
| The same nigga blood bitch | |
| I love ya | |
| I went to school to fight niggas for you | |
| Even though we wasn' t | |
| Blood Brothers | |
| Fuck that, we was brothers. | |
| What we is now? | |
| I can' t do nothin' but continue my years out | |
| But it' s all gravy, ain' t nobody gotta chill with me | |
| Only thing | |
| I ask nigga keep it real with me. Chorus: ZRo | |
| Everyday I' m still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I' m tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change | |
| I' m real but niggas still talk down on my name | |
| Everyday I' m still goin' through the | |
| Samethang | |
| I' m tryin' so hard just to maintain | |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game ' | |
| Cause my people step on me like | |
| I' m a flow mad fame. |