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Will I Go Crazy

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 01.08.2012

[Z-Ro:]
My mind just goes off & wonders 'cause it ain't stable
See I be fantasizin' 'about puttin' food on the table
'Cause in the ghetto my hood, prison is promised to us
Some of us let jail teach us, some let college do it
They think I'm nothin' 'cause I don't get up & get a job
But I be tryin' the only thing I get is gettin' hard
I'm sick & tired of bein' sick & tired, holla if you hear me & your with me now
Got my life right with God
You haters come & get me now
50 rounds is what I'm a destrand, that's on my mama God rest her soul
Nigga picture me playin' foes gon' bleed & deed follow my lead
When I'm sober I can't focus, pass that seed to me
And dedications all day long, seems like when I'm goin' through it my partners stay gone
But it's all gravy baby
'Cause I want you to hate me, calico is stay off safety
Murder muthafuckers if they make me.

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Will I Go Crazy? I don't know
The pain is fuckin' with me lately, but here it don't show
I can't let it faze me 'cause I can't stop
I'm more than just a ghetto lately 'cause I'm a reach the top.

[Miss Dameanor:]
Like Pac, I'll be the last muthafucker in this bitch freezin'
And feel me money over niggas, be my pledge of allegiance
Whether I sang or I heat you, I'm a wait 'til I'm sinkin'
No dirt inside my credentials, bitches gon' have they own reasons
This how we up in the game, I'm 'about my paper fuck fame
The last day you gon' see, we roll down feelin' shame
This how the lessons gangstafied, been a chasin' since youth
Bet not go squabblin' for respect, to see who got the most juice
I been a witness to the struggle, days & spots have been missed
The devil huffin' like a wolf, that's why I'm buildin' with bricks
I seen & heard plenty shit, from ghetto baby to woman
It's either keep your head above the water, or get swept under
Been a gorilla in the midst, this matchin' soldier be marchin'
Now valet & curb service, more sauce for handicap parkin'
When more days get brighter, my tribulations get lighter
More snop shalant about my life, now I'm a Southern street fighter!

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Will I Go Crazy? I don't know
The pain is fuckin' with me lately, but here it don't show
I can't let it faze me 'cause I can't stop
I'm more than just a ghetto lately 'cause I'm a reach the top.

[Z-Ro:]
Don't be tellin' me 'about no riff raff, I'm buster-free
All about my wealthy, don't need nobody to fuck with me
I'm a keep my 12 gauge, the only company I need
Can't forget about hydro & a pint of codeine
Flippin' to Austin comin' from Houston, on a mission to make feddy
Either stop fuckin' with some of my people 'cause they wasn't ready
But the whole wide world, it's just me & my dreams
And anybody roll glock is gon' be seein' my beam.

[Miss Dameanor:]
Went from dirt packs to platinum to watch the jealous one hatin'
To see who's real from the fake & thank the Lord what I make
Hard times brought tears, misery if you last
Realize I wasn't gon' be shit, if I didn't get off my ass
For the ones who was there, anticipated my fall
I cry still on death field, but I can ball & stood tall
Now Miss Dameanor live lavage, went from broke to hood rich
Plan to live to the fullest, then I'm up outta this bitch!

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
Will I Go Crazy? I don't know
The pain is fuckin' with me lately, but here it don't show
I can't let it faze me 'cause I can't stop
I'm more than just a ghetto lately 'cause I'm a reach the top.


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