(Z-Ro talking)
Uh, seem like they got my life on the big screen
Z-Ro versus the world, feel me round one
[Z-Ro]
Is it reality or just a fable
The most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget label
Even if I don`t clear me in I just want to be living well
Not saying that heaven is promised to me but I don`t want to believe in hell
Feeling on coming also cause problems worry me
If it ain`t the stress somebody`s always trying to bury me
So thinking I`m undercovers and the dope they try to deal me
Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me
Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be
drilling me nigga
But I` sick of this pistol play bumping ain`t no more killng me nigga
Cause I`m a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease
And if I squeeze then we all bleed
[Chorus - 2x]
Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas
I think I`m bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless
I don`t want to die
[Z-Ro]
Look at how they made me, traditon systems raised me
The drama that they give me never ceases to amaze me
They tell me that my mind`s gone, coming up is what my mind`s on
I guess there`s nothing left to do but get my grind on
Thinking about my family but knowing they neglect me
I`m not gonna give up, I`m gonna make my family respect me
I`m talking to my father now, daddy I`m a grown up
Depending on you is false-a-fied because you haven`t shown up
Caught up in these streets I`m taking penitentiary chances
I done forgived and I done forget plus I`m not giving you anymore chances
Quick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling anger
Remember the times you couldn`t come around because your life has been in danger
I`m a leader to follow is not my destiny
But I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousy
It`s killing me to stay alive, but there ain`t no use in me crying
No matter what I guess it`s what is right, on southside
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous
Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it`s pain it`s
Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death
Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest
It`s hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachother
Everybody stressing cause ain`t nobody feeling eachother
I often conversate with god but who`s to say if he`s listening
Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian
At 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foes
From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds
If it ain`t true, if it ain`t crew, it`s a mexican deed
I`ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me
And ain`t no begging for mercy because you shot my nigga
And I swear to god everywhere you go it`s gone be hot my nigga
And maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing different
They want you dead you might not make it to prison, bitch
[Chorus - 4x]
(Z-Ro talking)
Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out
Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation
My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy