Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, Samethang, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyday, Samethang |
| When the Fetti be rollin' setty, won’t nobody go home? |
| When the money start lookin' funny, all my friends get gone |
| Concerts & studio time, they love to come & kick it |
| But without gas money Z-Ro gon' miss it |
| I thought to myself, this feels like don’t nobody hear me |
| Even though I screamin' I must be a demon 'cause won’t nobody come near me |
| People laugh at me 'cause I ain’t got respect like faith |
| Fuck respect, I do this to keep a ride & a place |
| Will I survive? |
| 'Cause God’s watchin' |
| Satan is takin' my sanity please God stop it |
| I’m feelin' like Snoop 'cause murder was the case that they gave me |
| They knew I ain’t do it, but just to they permission they wanna hang me |
| I’m feelin' like Jesus when he was about to be crucified |
| Please everyone if you don’t help me then you could die |
| Suicide is safety, but it’s definite hell |
| Somebody dead & they got me stressin' in hell |
| I’m sangin' the blues |
| Everyday I’m still goin' through the Samethang |
| I’m tryin' so hard just to maintain |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change |
| I’m real but niggas still talk down on my name |
| Everyday I’m still goin' through the Samethang |
| I’m tryin' so hard just to maintain |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game |
| 'Cause my people step on me like I’m a flow mad fame |
| I’m used to mother organizations & 'loc's of my own |
| Evaporate like Brillo when fiends smokin' that stones |
| That’s the way we live in the ghetto, if we could we’d change |
| But don’t nobody love us but trouble, so that’s why we bang |
| Many funerals to go to, I don’t go to none |
| Never look in a pine box until I see Z-Ro in one |
| Ain’t no future in front & I’m scared to be decease |
| But it seems like the only way a gorilla-mobb gangsta gon' see peace |
| 'Cause mama waitin' for me, her & Grandma Bezzy |
| Tellin' me ain’t no haters in Heaven or detectives to sweat me |
| But a mansion a home in the ground, that’ll be mine |
| Hand ready singin' praises to God, that’ll be fine |
| Plus they tell me the streets are made of gold |
| Here people murder people, the webbin' in Heaven is under your toes |
| It ain’t hard doin' right, it’s just hard to succeed |
| I wanna live but it’s hard to breathe |
| It got me singin' the blues |
| Everyday I’m still goin' through the Samethang |
| I’m tryin' so hard just to maintain |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change |
| I’m real but niggas still talk down on my name |
| Everyday I’m still goin' through the Samethang |
| I’m tryin' so hard just to maintain |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game |
| 'Cause my people step on me like I’m a flow mad fame |
| I done came along way, but it’s still alot of road up ahead |
| To be honest I be feelin' like I’m about to be dead |
| People feel as if I’m suppose be happy 'cause I’m makin' some ends |
| But I’m lonely 'cause I cannot communicate with my friends |
| Niggas I grew up with, be actin' like we ain’t grow up together |
| Fuck hoes & pour up together |
| Nigga you cried on my shoulders & I cried on yours |
| Yeah you rode on my enemies, so I ride on yours |
| But it’s a different day & time |
| And we don’t even kick it |
| Ain’t nobody got time to holla no more it’s strictly business |
| But I tell you this, I will always have love for ya |
| The same nigga bitch I still shed blood for ya |
| The same nigga blood bitch I love ya |
| I went to school to fight niggas for you |
| Even though we wasn’t Blood Brothers |
| Fuck that, we was brothers |
| What we is now? |
| I can’t do nothin' but continue my years out |
| But it’s all gravy, ain’t nobody gotta chill with me |
| Only thing I ask nigga keep it real with me |
| Everyday I’m still goin' through the Samethang |
| I’m tryin' so hard just to maintain |
| All I ever wanted was just to make a lil' change |
| I’m real but niggas still talk down on my name |
| Everyday I’m still goin' through the Samethang |
| I’m tryin' so hard just to maintain |
| All I ever wanted was to be in the rap game |
| 'Cause my people step on me like I’m a flow mad fame |