Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gonna Get Easier, artist - Z-Ro.
Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
Gonna Get Easier |
This that boy San Anton', better known to y’all |
In S.A. as Cocked Strong, giving you something |
To ride and get high to, I’m chilling in the studio |
With H-Town's finest, a nigga they call Z-Ro |
So go on and bump this shit, and to all you |
Niggas who I done jacked, in the game |
Fuck y’all I got my beams on your ass, right |
Everytime you see me, I’m a different nigga |
But don’t worry about my aim, I’m consistently accurate with the trigger |
My nigga, don’t count your chickens 'fore they hatch |
If you owe me some feddy you better pay me, I’m ignant about my scratch |
I don’t trust nan nigga, cause nothing but hate they be sending me |
Can’t determine my friends, from my enemies |
I done had partnas that didn’t help me, when my life was on the line |
Talking about hitting me right back, I’m trying to knock this bitch down |
Putting pussy before your partna, is disrespecting the game |
Wonder why you broke, and them titty bars be collecting your change |
Trick, nigga with all these bitch niggas are made to bleed |
Snitching giving me another reason, to blaze the weed |
And I don’t wanna do another killing, another bid |
They’ve been trying to give me the crack, since I was a kid |
But I remain calm, pill popping smoking and leaning |
If I wasn’t high, I’d leave these niggas choking and screaming |
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier |
Ooh boy, things will get brighter |
I keep my middle finger, pointed out at all times |
Lyrically abuse somebody in all rhymes, indodging in felonious to the small |
crime |
Everybody, wanna do a song with Ro |
Why none of these niggas don’t wanna get down, on a couple of zones with Ro |
Fuck rapping, I need some right now money it’s getting crucial |
I’ll be jacking, for some right now money |
Niggas ain’t ready, for the episodes that I supply |
PCP influenced, I’m relentless nigga you can die |
Fuck all these niggas and these white folks, I’m all alone |
No friends, cause in the fucking end a nigga dies all alone |
About to meet my maker, I hope my life is right |
But it’s hard to focus, when killers try to murder me every night |
I guess this life is really hard now, fiending for the day that this war stops |
Pulling my pistol, everytime a car stops |
Live by the sword die by the sword, nigga my time is borrowed |
I paint this, for another tomorrow |
I’m crucified by the media because I’m loved by the public |
Even though I’m rated number one keep your thumbs up and shove it |
They said I’m trying to sound like Pac is my confession to that |
Bitch I can’t help it if I sound similar when I be stressing the fact |
See I’m gone scream it cause I mean it anything less ain’t excepted |
The fact that I’m dark and I’m restless is no resort of living reckless |
Rest in peace to my niggas that got caught up in the struggle |
But I’m showing love to the niggas that don’t want to see me bubble |
But I take that back, fuck you, I made it to the top ten on my own |
And every bitch in every city is singing my song |
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner |
Even in year two triple O, fuck working I’m selling marijuana |
Pulling the bull up over my eyes you just can never tell |
But I know if I’m faking I try to rap now one of tapes gone sell |
I perfected being real, by staying true to myself |
Now suicide is something, I don’t want to do to myself I’m real |
(*talking*) |
Year two tripple O, Z-Ro, the new motherfucking don |
Feel that, my nigga Cocked Strong from Sinner Tone |
Day one my nigga, knowI’msaying |
We gone put it down |