Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zip Zero, artist - Slaine. Date of issue: 18.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Zip Zero |
| I come from nothing zip zero |
| The bottom where it get so |
| Difficult we tip toe through the stuggle |
| We hustle just to cut that check |
| The upper edge want another respect |
| You feel the neglect |
| Say wh-uh oh |
| Pound and respect |
| Youngsters so stressed |
| Watching them detects |
| Let me hear you say wh-uh oh |
| Ketchup and french fries |
| Chocolate milk and grilled cheeses |
| My grandmother’s kitchen |
| Statues of killed Jesus |
| Neighborhood felons with bulges from loaded pieces |
| Out the window hang in front of the problems |
| I can see this |
| So who’s the gangstas and corrupt polices |
| Who grew up the street with both sides you cuss and eat with |
| Yeah you caught between the friction |
| But addiction’s just a secret |
| We speak in codes, no one outside us can’t peep it |
| I went to church at sixteen looking at his coffin |
| His last thought was that his dope habit hadn’t caught him |
| I stared at the stain glass |
| Apologize for that abortion |
| My soul is not for scorching |
| I’ll adopt an orphan |
| When I grow up I promise honor on the church steps |
| On almost the same spot Percosets |
| It wasn’t on before the heroine schemes |
| 'Cause I’m a blue collar hood in these American dreams |
| That’s on my mama and my papa |
| Full of drama man it get worse |
| Nanna and my grampy started psycho wasn’t rehearsed |
| They birthed a motherfucking genius, is he cursed |
| Yes sir was extra extra extra nigga-ish |
| Bitch don’t kill my vibe |
| Chris don’t give no flies |
| Fuck you when love of your lives |
| Daddy died barely knew him, barely cried |
| Belly of the beast, belly full of hard times |
| Rhyme in new times crimes is usual times |
| I’m unsuitable for this fucked up design |
| Through the I’m gonna go to college talk |
| Did the hip-hopper walk, sip the alcohol |
| Fuck the law naw I don’t fuck with ya’ll |
| No need to discuss it all |
| Large balls in a small pond |
| Pebble from a rebel, uh |
| Brother here, he gon' try to mourn what’s been destined |
| Ignore no more books on my lessons |
| Listen |
| We come from nothing zip zero |
| This is where we come from |
| My grandma and my mama smoke so much they got one lung |
| My man just got three years in jail |
| He only had one gun |
| His BM got another man changing his daughter bum bum |
| When your eyes are full of tears |
| Pouring molly in your beers |
| And you party every year |
| 'Cause it’s part of your career |
| And you hardly open your mind |
| 'Cause you blinded by them parasites |
| Using drugs and alcohol adding strife to your damaged life |
| Me I must survive my block was hotter than lava |
| As a minor I barely see my father so what’s the karma |
| 'Cause we never kicked or pitched a ball |
| Pissed I’m missing my dogs |
| The pedophile that lived upstairs from me was scary as all |
| Hell is what we going through |
| Let me get a loan or two |
| I’ll pay you back when I get my taxes |
| My rent is overdue |
| I represent the struggle, the poor and the misfortunate |
| So you can keep the bottles, them crumbs and all them whores |