So Much Lyrics - Singles - Z-ro

(Z-Ro) 

Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter 

So when I say 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'ma squeeze that, you won't even want be back 

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(Hook) 

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 

(Z-Ro) 

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 

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(Hook) 

(Z-Ro) 

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-n-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 

(Hook)