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