Z-Ro - Let Me Live My Life lyrics
[Z-Ro] My life is like a mercy game, ducking and dodging crooked cops On a mission fishing for feddy, ready to make a knot I'm use to having less, and I just can't deal with the stress And it seems like everywhere I go, another nigga wanna test Brother don't disrespect yourself and get yourself up in a, vine Cause I'm a maniac with a mac, and a black back-pack Smoking up on the urban fat sack, I'm trying to keep from going off But niggas be trying to make me starve, when I need groceries in my house Wicked niggas say they be friends, but end up trying to kill your friends Always turn to foes, that's saying it's over millions Dealing with dirty niggas on a daily basis Don't really wanna fuck with em, but see they baby faces I gotta survive [Chorus - 2x] Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me To deal out these deeds, then you die And when it's my time hope I don't, cry [Z-Ro] Living in the ghetto, day by day I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay You better, keep watching me and Pretty soon, you'll see man That I'm a real rich nigga from the Houston streets Fried out licking, looking for something to eat I'm on a mission, whipping birds like they stole something Pain, it make me wanna roll something I'm a soldier, and I'm outta my mind Voice mail beeping for days, cause I'm out on the grind Guess my daddy didn't love me, cause he turned his back Therefor the streets is my people, a nigga learned like that And I haaaad to get up, and bleed the block And it don't stop [Chorus - 2x] [Z-Ro] My nigga Herman Fisher doing 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 Walking around with a king size chip on my shoulder Missing my mama while I Iay down, on benches to sleep Snatching purses and hopping fences just to eat Still I maintain, I'm still in the same game chasing paper Bitch niggas be up in my business, like oops I'm erasing 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 flipping birds Cause all I have in this world, is my balls and my word [Chorus 4x]
