Z-Ro - Maintain Lyrics
[Featuring: Hawk][Z-Ro]I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fameFeddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap singI'm sick of this struggling all damn daynever see the sun cause skies stay grayThis for the little kids that can't go playCause everybody outside playing with an AKCome around my niggas you bust you ***** around get lostBetter not set trip, ***** around get tossedI be a fool with that break them offLay it down little daddy straight take them offYeah I'm living a sin when against the grainYou don't know Z-Ro you don't know my painTears be coming on down like rainIt's a full time job, trying to maintainWant to stay right but right be broke, a nigga can't eat with dreams and hopesSteady be thinking of sell some dope, or trying to get paid from songs I wroteIn it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill my shoesGot to pay the rent, got to pay the light billGot to pay the depend, deposit and pay duesMe and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my wayBut one of these days gone be out thereIt's a ***** took a ball, ball and parlayUntil we make it we mash togetherOoint seven by the nine we blast togetherSouth sive for live, S.U.C. for life, nigga we get cash forever[Chorus x2]Maintaining, hustling struggling but I got to surviveKeep maintaining, it's a burden up on my conscience just staying alive[Hawk]I'm a real hustler stacking funds, riding around with a loaded gunSome of my niggas that's on the run, with all that weed up in your lungsGet your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floorGo about this process slow, and feel the pain of my nigga Z-RoOver money I lose sleep, sell work, ***** sheepSpit heat on beats, to make my, ends meetPress hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsoleteVictim of these ghetto streets, you don't work, you don't eatI strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintainStay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaineThis rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, familyForever keep my sanity, and do this shit for P-A-TMust keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em spreadMe and my niggas we break bread, until the whole family's fedYou heard what, I said, in this, over bullAll that, I say, I speak, the truth[Chorus x2][Z-Ro]Looking at this little light of mine, never did glimmer, never did shineCause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I got to get mineGot to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay brokeResponsibility baby, taking a load off my little daySteady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when she come homeBout to pull a stunt, last of the monthAin't no more work, just riding on chromeNo rocks in my pocket the on my neckOne slip and I'm tripping one growing up thickGive me a couple of zeros on a checkI might sweat, but never gone let up[Chorus x6]
