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Song title: Z-Ro - Life Story

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[Z-Ro:]
Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable
They got me out on the ledge
Feel like I'm fallin' off the edge it ain't no fable
It's reality, feel like I'm on the offensive, they tryin' to tackle me
That's why I keep poppin' fists
So rather relative or stranger, better keep your distance
I can't determine friend or foe so you in danger
Chemical imbalances of the weed & cocaine
But it really don't matter to society, a nigga that got no face & no name
Deservin' more, but I'm a mob until I ain't got nothin' left
And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems & death
'Cause there's some niggas lookin' for me & they might be near
And if they kill me don't shed a tear, remember I'm not happy here
Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize
Although my vision is blurry I'm losin' life in a hurry
Even my girlfriend don't understand, don't wanted to witness the wicked
So please find yourself another man, haters feel me!

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
This is my life.
Survivin' in the struggle, livin' so shife.

[Verse 2:]
My opposition & proposition is schemin' for cash
And if you bitches is scandalous, I get in that ass
So let's reliviate the pressure
Don't try to run or guaranteed these slugs'll catch you.
Oh yeah, I keeps a problem solvers
A pistol grip, a automatic & revolver
Check it & I'm a handle up baby
It's in my nature it's a must it ain't a maybe, peep game
The feds takin' pictures & tappin' my phones
But if I catch you bitches snitchin' best believe me it's on
I analyze of this realize & open fire on bitches
And if I catch you bastards slippin' I'm leavin' bodies in ditches. Huh?
I bet that ass can pass it
Your life span it ain't long, you in a casket, check it
Niggas rushin' your ass, mob deep with ski masks
Bustin' shots on the road tryin' to make your car crash, this is my life.

[Chorus: Z-Ro] [x2]
This is my life.
Survivin' in the struggle, livin' so shife.

[Z-Ro:]
These boys be tellin' me they got love, givin' me false-i-fied tappin'
But I know they wouldn't give a fuck about me if there wasn't no money in rappin'
See I know they want to get rich off of me understand
Even if I was to die I still can talk they still put a mic in my hand
For tryin' to copy my style of life, pretendin' like they from my block
While I survive on willin' to live while they depend on mom & pop
Before you make your move, check yourself & givin' me for the millions
For the love of the struggle & just can't take it 'cause you not real
You want to be dead, there's gone be a dentist to see
When a nigga be screamin' & hollerin' "I'm your godfather"
But I guess it's just the menace in me, plus
The only nigga that's skippin' me from clickin' is Herman Fisher
Relocated the killers & ghats & drinkin' & if & burnin' swishers
Why they want to play with my life, they got families, nigga I don't!
The only thing between me & them hoes is I'm a keep thuggin' they timid ass won't!
Will they mind they own god damn business & keep they self out of mine!
Because of a thin line, between handlin' business!
And boo yeah coward a 9 baby!

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
This is my life.
Survivin' in the struggle, livin' so shife.

This is my life.
Survivin' in the struggle, livin' so shife.

This is my life.
Survivin' in the struggle, livin' so...