| Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don’t cock it
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| All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way
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| I use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard
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| Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say
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| 5−2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego
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| Couldn’t nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life
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| Till I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the dark
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| And was a witness to my people, being shot twice
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| I had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tight
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| Everybody, ain’t out to get a nigga for bread
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| But I promise it wasn’t nothing, but niggas be gum bumping
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| My pistol’ll come jumping, nothing but infrared
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| 32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie
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| Z-Ro is that nigga, that’ll see thoed 'fore it’s over with
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| Dealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade us
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| But I’m cooking up something major, wait till they get a load of it
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| Struggling, to change
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| Trying to find, an exit out of the game
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| Looking for a better way, to make change
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| Daily decisions, bout to make a brother break mayn
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| All I ever did, was wanna shine
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| Make enough money, just so I could support mine
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| All the days of my life, I been on my grind
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| Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime
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| We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton Park
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| They tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a million
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| But look what we living in, gotta get us some dividends
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| Rolling over ridiculous niggas, that be screaming out many men
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| Wishing death on you, when they pull a tec on you
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| Tell me, what you gon do now
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| I’m really trying to change, don’t make me get up and get that thang mayn
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| Close range, I will blow you down
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| Everyday, I’m banging Screw
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| This slab just ain’t no slab, if Robert Davis ain’t in it
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| Everyday, I’m banging Screw
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| This slab just ain’t no slab, if Robert Davis ain’t in it-in it-in it
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| Listen it’s hard to think, when your mind goes blank
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| Leaning on these cake ass niggas, like a pint
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| I write what I feel, and I feel what I write
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| Fuck if a nigga don’t like it, and bitch wanna fight
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| The struggle ingrade in my skin, by the tip of a dull knife
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| One verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock life
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| Listen I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurry
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| And distracted, why all these people keep on fucking with me
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| I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches
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| Playing chess, with these toy soldiers
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| But you can’t complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders
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| Cause people depending on you, niggas gotta eat
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| Now how you gon look, big pimping and big living
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| And all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets
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| I do the best I can, I bust my ass
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| If the next man can’t do the same, I wash my hands I’m struggling to change |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Struggling To Change , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Power (Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп