| How does it feel, when you can’t make the pain stop
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| Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops
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| When your kin people done turned they back
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| Every family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel
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| How does it feel, when they don’t believe anything you say
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| Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day
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| Man this ain’t living, nothing but drama all through the week
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| And if they don’t respect my words, why they want me to speak
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| I’m feeling worse, even though I put my family first
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| I’m shedding tears cause I feel as if I’m headed to the dirt
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| Ghetto on me, stressed out, mama buried ain’t dead
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| Ain’t got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head
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| Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop
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| Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems
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| How does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel to Victimized yourself for one time and evermore after the g And roses on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fast
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| Sitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time pass
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| My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife
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| I wonder where I got to sleep tonight, nigga tell me how does it feel
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| I could of sworn I wasn’t the only person on this earth
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| But it seems, that I’ve been one deep ever since the day of my birth
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| I’m sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think
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| I’m tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don’t understand
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| 24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out
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| Who was the friend, and who was the foe, you know it’s bout to drive me crazy
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| Mama, tell Jesus I can’t handle the pressure, look at The way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcher
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| Can’t I breed in peace, won’t y’all leave me alone
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| Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home
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| Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain’t no glocks, and it ain’t no sin
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| No longer watching my back for the retaliation
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| How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can
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| Answer that cause many of nights my pistol’s to my head
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| But I’m so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees
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| Of being neglected stressing enemies nigga tell me how does it feel
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| How does it feel, to be broke in this rap game
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| You have skills and fame, but no car in your name
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| With dreams for shiny things can you still hang
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| But the T lady’s house got cracks in the window pain
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| How does it feel to have that shit under your seat now
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| You must start with your face on these c.d.s now
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| What’s the deal now, what it do on them zones now
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| Got them feds at your door so when you go now
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| How does it feel to have these seeds that you can’t feed
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| And these blocks full of rookies that you can’t bleed
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| 20/20 vision clear day, but you can’t see
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| That you can’t be the broke nigga haters wanna see
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| How does it feel to be brave full of street game
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| Rap game, dope game, damn near the same thang
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| How to maintain, I don’t know rings don’t bling
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| Big Rod looking at the window birds don’t sing, how does it feel
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| (outro)
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| How does it feel, how does it feel
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| My nigga how does it feel
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| My nigga how does it feel |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Live My Life - Chopped , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album My Favorite Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп