| I’m grabbing grain, in the turning lane
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| And I gotta maintain (cause the law behind me)
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| I’ve tried to leave the game, I know I need to change
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| (I need to resco' again) meet me on Fondren & Main
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| I was a superstar at seventeen
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| Famous in the ghetto, for working a triple beam
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| Somebody told me it was destiny, for me to suffer
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| Cause when the going gets rough, it only gets rougher
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| I had to make a quick change from Lunchables, and a spot on the bus
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| To eating at Papadeauxx everyday, and a Suburban with bump
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| I got the game from my partna, but all he told me was Ro
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| Before you get your
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| Feet wet partna, you better be sho
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| If you get caught it’s Penitentiary time
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| Understand
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| Fronted me nine, and now we got the hottest on the van
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| My grandmother knew what it was doing, because my pockets stuck out
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| And plus
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| She told me I love you, but get your shit out my house
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| All I ever wanted to do, was just shine a little
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| Bump and grind a little, and then recline a little
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| Trying to protain, lavish have it like the H.A.W.K
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| You need another zone then I’m on my way, because I’m trapped in the game
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| Well I done came from crumbs to bricks
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| While I’m hustling up in the city streets
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| On the block of Fondren and Main, coppers know where the killas be
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| When I get out I’m gonna make me a change
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| The whole situation, seemed a bit strange
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| Everybody wanna die, somebody brain
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| Dougie D, trying to collect a little change
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| And grip the grain, swang turning lanes
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| With a whole bunch of hoes, yelling out my name
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| Pop trunk open wide, up in down South mayn
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| And when I work the wood, I lean on maintain
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| Or put it on your brain, ain’t worried bout a damn thang
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| Without leaving this shit, and everybody need to change
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| But plus again, ain’t worried bout a damn thang
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| Set up shop, up on Fondren and Main
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| I wish I was the one with the top down
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| In a chromed out Benz, with all my friends
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| Bank account, with unlimited ends
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| Gripping, I ain’t sweating the rent
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| The only problem is, I’m a FED fella
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| With no intentions on, taking a loss
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| And everytime I see the law, my heart pauses
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| Riding dirty, everytime I’m flossing
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| I got tossed in the game, at a early age
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| Trying to push pounds and tons
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| Looking for fortune and fame
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| Through the smoke of my Mary Jane
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| Trying to control the game
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| Instead of trying to find another way to stay paid
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| I was stuck at a materialistic stage
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| Now I have a piece and chain, with expensive shades
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| Trying to resco' again, now I got two chances
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| I could pay the cost, and everyone they take a loss
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| So when the laws come, shake em off
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| Headed for the border man, I’m making it cross
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| Or I could break off a tight job, and do it right this time
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| Is you crazy baby, I gots to grind |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fondren & Main, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Guerilla Maab Rise Revamp, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп