Chorus: Reesa & Z-Ro
Up all night, up all day
Up all night up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Z-Ro
I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder
Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me
drinking hard liquor
Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills
In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an
ending peal off
Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life
Got to go get it and come back with
it until it's prison in my
life
Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
The fact that I can't get no job
can't do nothing but rub it in
20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25
Now 24 and still no dough I started struggle and strive
I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper
And never let another nigga check
us, nigga that was low yet
Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest
With a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone die tonight
Since I'm going through the bitch
that more for the night, come
off the ice

Chorus - 4x
Up all night day, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Z-Ro
Back in the doghouse, the love I
give nigga my cellmate said
You reach your freedom when you die
but if you rapping single
bread
Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping
Having visions of me in a V-12 motor
corners my benz bending
Straight down to the T I'd have a ?
I promise I'll do it right this time
wait till the g get free
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When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap
game is mine soon as I get
signed off
Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out
Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need
Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon
and a quarter ounce of weed
I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm that nigga in the alley
That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the
valley
I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight
Praying to god I wouldn't lose my
freedom or my life before the
limelight

Chorus - 4x

Z-Ro
Motherf**king all night, I put the
heat to the dro, pass the
lighter
Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter
Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
Like a super star selling rocks,
because the stage becomes a
block
But my plot is put my trust up in my glock
Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I lose
But even though I'm still paying
dues, I'm still the last man
standing
With a mad cannon ready to bust
Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust
Cause I'ma ride when it's time to ride strictly for cash
I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on a beam and a mask
A Mo-City nigga, we don't know how to show pity nigga
Sold up your block and take over your whole city nigga
Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
Aggravated cause it's tough on the pole

Chorus - 4x

(Reesa vocalizing)