Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Much, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Much |
| Lately I’ve been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter |
| So when I sing my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir |
| My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death |
| Everyday is like a rehearsal, that’s prepping me for death |
| I think I’m ready, because this world ain’t no friend of mine |
| Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time |
| Y’all should of shot me, in the jimmy instead |
| But I guess they was feeling eachother, to get head in the bed |
| Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell |
| I tell my people so no to dope, but I let it sell |
| Need to practice my preaching, calling the kettle black |
| I know I’m on pot before or not, I gotta peddle crack |
| Ain’t nobody got my back, except the laws when they on it |
| So I be going for broke, demolishing my opponents |
| Leaving no traces just blood on faces, believe that |
| HK I’mma squeeze that, you won’t even want be back |
| I got through so much, so I try to stay fucked up |
| Because, when I’m sober I can’t maintain |
| Even though I do my best, the only thing I earn is stress |
| So I, spend most of my days chilling with Mary Jane |
| I can’t focus, I’m losing my mind real fast |
| Dreaming and fiending for the day, I could make some real cash |
| Dropping album after album, platinum song after song |
| But it’s like I ain’t did nothing, cause the lights ain’t on |
| How can I win, it’s like everything I do is a motherfucking sin |
| It got a nigga, fiending to see my end |
| All of my friends are fake, they come around when I’m spending cash |
| But when I’m broke they out the do', with wheels spinning fast |
| Lonely, daily dodging the devil but he on me |
| Telling my people fuck him, cause he be working through my homies |
| Burning bridges, and I don’t give a fuck |
| Remember y’all laughing at me, when I couldn’t get a buck |
| It’s all gravy baby, I got bigger hurdles I’m trying to jump over my residence |
| And my vehicle, is something I dump over |
| And it might not be much, but it’s all I got |
| So when I paint it, promethazyne is all I pop |
| I’m on pre-trial now, and I can’t smoke no weed |
| Cause if I catch a dirty, I’m facing T-I-M-E |
| My first time ever sober, it’s fucking with my brain |
| Got a nigga with an attitude, I can’t maintain |
| If you cross me I’ll bring it to you hard, not softly |
| Living like I’m invincible, one day it’s gonna cost me |
| When it’s time to pay up, and I lay up in a grave |
| Bury me with a fifty sack, and a motherfucking 12 gauge |
| Hey, no love in my heart |
| Cause my homies was phony, straight from the motherfucking start |
| Why couldn’t I get a ride, if I ain’t have no weed, these motherfuckers |
| Ain’t my people, they gotta be strangers up a reverend breed |
| So I bless the streets with my Smith & Wesson |
| And if you beefing with me nigga, better get your weapon |
| You better pray that I’m codeine, and I’m just tripping |
| But I won’t let you add up to my problems, I will leave you tripping |