Z-Ro - Will I Go Crazy lyrics
[Z-Ro] My mind just goes off and wonders, cause it ain't stable See I be fantasizing, bout putting food on the table Cause in the ghetto my hood, prison is promised to us Some of us let jail teach us, some let college do it They think I'm nothing, cause I don't get up and get a job But I be trying the only thing I get, is getting hard I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, holla if you hear me And you with me now, got my life right with God You hatas come and get me now, fifty rounds Is what I'ma destrand, that's on my mama God rest her soul Nigga picture me playing, foes gon read and deed follow my lead When I'm sober I can't focus, pass that weed to me And dedications all day long, seem like when I'm going Through it my partnas stay gone, but its all gravy baby Cause I want you to hate me, calico gon stay off safety Murder motherfuckers, if they make me [Chorus] Will I go crazy, I don't know The pain is fucking with me lately, but it don't show I can't let it faze me, cause I can't stop I'm more than just a ghetto baby, cause I'ma reach the top [Miss Dameanor] Like Pac, I'll be the last motherfucker in this bitch freezing And feel me money over niggas, be my pledge of allegiance Whether I sang or I heat you, I'ma wait till I'm sinking No dirt inside my credentials, bitches gon have they own reasons This how we up in the game, I'm bout my paper fuck fame The last day you gon see, we roll down feeling shame This how the lessons gangstafied, paper chasing since youth Bet not go squabbling for respect, to see who got the most juice I been a witness to the struggle, days and spots have been missed The devil huffing like a wolf, that's why I'm building with bricks I seen and heard plenty shit, from ghetto baby to woman Its either keep your head above the water, or get swept under Been a guerilla in the midst, this matching soldier be marching Now valet and curb service, more sauce for handicap parking When more days get brighter, my tribulations get lighter More shalant about my life, now I'm a Southern street fighter [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Don't be telling me bout no riff-raff, I'm busta-free All about my wealthy, don't need nobody to fuck with me I'ma keep my twelve gauge, the only company I need Can't forget about hydro, and a pint of codeine Flipping to Austin from Houston, on a mission to make feddy Either stop fucking with some of my people, cause they wasn't ready But the whole wide world, its just me and my dreams And anybody roll glock, is gon be seeing my beam [Miss Dameanor] Went from dirt packs to platinum, watch the jealous one hating To see who's real from the fake, and thank the Lord what I make Hard times brought tears, misery if you last Realize I wasn't gon be shit, if I didn't get off my ass For the ones who was there, anticipated my fall I cry still on death field, but I can ball and stood tall Now Miss Dameanor live lavage, went from broke to hood rich Plan to live to the fullest, then I'm up outta this bitch [Chorus - 2x]
