| Do you see, what I see
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| All I do, is wanna be
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| Somebody, can you feel what I feel
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| I try my best, to keep it real
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| And pay dues
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| Extra extra read all about it, I’m going crazy
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| Ro raging with motherfuckers smoking, going eighty
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| Miles per hour, pass up the city gel on my collar
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| Trying to locate and half of it, that will give a nigga some power
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| Not saying that I’m weak, bullets gon hang when I speak
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| I bust a brain if I reach, and get that thang off my seat
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| I’m in love with selling, that’s why I ain’t winning that much
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| Gas money looking funny, wheels ain’t spinning that much
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| But I’ma make it the way of the other, cause I can’t stop
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| People trying to trick me of my mission, but I can’t drop
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| Cause I can’t fall, run up I’ma keep bumping my lead
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| Before the game over I know, I’ma be dumping my lead
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| Because I’m nervous by nature, the slightest move will get you shot
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| I’ve been known to help niggas make it, to they burial plot
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| Not my lifestyle, I love the way the feddy stack
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| Record labels stealing Z-Ro, to CEO gon get it back
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| Sometimes, I feel like doing myself
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| Sixty percent of my body is drank, I ruin myself
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| But I’m addicted, eyes fucked leaning and look inflicted
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| With my facing revelations, tripping on what it predicted
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| Cause it’s happening, when the trumpet blow
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| Ain’t gon be no mo' laughing and, it’s to the left or the right
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| I hope I get to go to heaven, I hear heaven is tight
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| Plus they tell me that hell is hot, and they won’t give you no ice
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| I need a cool wrist, most of these bitches be the devil trying to fool me
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| Taking my kindness for weakness, and trying to use me
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| Bitch fuck your hair and your nails, you bout to lose me
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| I sleep with my uzi, cause she ain’t gon steal from me if I nod off
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| The only place I don’t let her go, is in God house
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| I’m a gangsta fa sho, you better believe me
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| I bet I’ll be on that doja, every time you see me
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| I done made up my mind
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| Hustle all alone, I’m trying to get up some mo' shine
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| Every time I turn around, someone bringing me down
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| Got tired of em pulling on me, started slanging them rounds
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| And now they thinking I’m a crazy
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| Scarred and stabbed and shot, I’m still a baby, I want my mama
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| Cause I’m having bad dreams, and I die in em all
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| Got me ain’t friendly when you see me, ain’t no smiling at all
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| I live the thug life, heartless and hopeless
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| Laying low ducking the law, with long you lusting and acting douches
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| I’m connected, my best friend use to be I-10
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| Until my out of town connect, put out your chest and took my ends
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| Got me throwed off in the mind, retaliation’s what I take
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| Fears get blowed off with my nine, incarceration’s what I face
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| Feel me, I done lost my mind, but it’s all gravy baby
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| I get tipped for knocking bustas off daily |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do You See?, artist - Z-Ro. Album song A Bad Azz Mix Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп