| 24 up in this game, and I don’t own a damn thang
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| Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain
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| Dealing with insanity, probably dumping demanding me
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| Started out at a slow pace, now I’m losing it rapidly
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| Trying to keep my faith in God, but my spirit is scarred
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| I wanna do it but if I do it, I won’t wake up to the Lord
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| I’m living hard, ain’t nobody giving me no handouts
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| Since I’m one deep I get all the attention, therefor I stand out
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| Now everybody know, I don’t socialize keeping
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| To myself, cause partnas might be bad to my health
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| Coming around, when I got a few ends when a nigga broke
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| They chunk the deuce, that’s what they grooving
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| Mr. Z-Ro staying home alone, kicking it with my plastic or chrome
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| Until I find peace, I continue to roam
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| I just wanna be left alone, let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
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| I’m a preacher, bitch this is deeper than rap
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| Sinning tripping, on this ghetto life
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| No one understands the life of the fast
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| Ain’t no sense in, trying to close my eyes
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| Cause out this ghetto, I know that I must rise
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| Let me clear throat, so I can tell you about this life of sin
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| I hope that you can cope, we killing eachother to make some divid-ends
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| I don’t wanna sound crazy, but I’ll make you push up daisies
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| You better give it up give it up, give it to me
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| Let me clear throat, even though I don’t want to I’m hustling all night long
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| I had to learn the ropes, I got nickels and dimes
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| And 20's and halves, and even whole zones
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| I won’t sell to no undercover, I’m gonna let my mack 10 stutter
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| You better give it up give it up, I gotta stay free
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| I done lost all of my old school fools, to the bullet
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| Trigga happy motherfuckers, catch a beatdown grip the trigger and pull it
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| Staying high, elevated above the stress
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| Hoping God blessed a familiar face, might slug my vest
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| And ever since the days, of a little child
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| Sported a frown, like it was going out of style
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| Adolescence to juvenile, to a grown man
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| Innocent Christian, till I woke up with the blood on my on hand
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| God please forgive me for sinning, I’m on a mission
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| Gotta do something about it, fuck bitching with a vivid vision of prison
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| I’m paranoid, walking through the graveyard
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| On my knees screaming, release me from the demon
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| Mighty savior, the pain is major I’ve been hurting so long
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| I’d rather be wet when I’m depressed, cause I don’t even know what’s wrong
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| I just wanna be left alone, let me make it 'fore I snap this is my sermon
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| I’m a preacher, bitch it’s deeper than rap
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| (Jennifer Taylor)
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| Sinning tripping, sinning tripping
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| Z-Ro, Z-Ro — 2x
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| Sinning tripping, sinning tripping
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| Yeeeeeah
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| Cause out this ghetto, I know that I must rise
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| No one understands the life of the fast
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| Z-Ro, Z-Ro, Z-Ro |