Z-Ro Life Story Lyrics:
[Z-Ro]
Nobody seems to understand that my brain ain't stable
They got me out on the ledge
feel like I'm falling off the edge it ain't no fable
It's reality, feel like I'm on the
offensive, they trying to
tackle me
That's why I keep popping 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 and cocaine, but it really
Don't matter to society, a nigga
that got no face and no name
Deserving more, but I'ma mob until
I ain't got nothing left
And the only thing that's promised
to me is more problems and
death
Cause there's some niggas looking for
me and 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 losing life in a hurry
Even my girlfriend don't understand, didn't want to
Witness the wicked so please find
yourself another man, haters
feel me

(Chorus - 2x)
This is my liiiiiiiiife
Surviving in the struggle, living so shife

[Verse 2]
My opposition and proposition is scheming for cash
And if you bitches is scandalous, I get in that ass
So let's reliviate the pressure
Don't try to run it's guaranteed these slugs'll catch you
Oh yeah, I keeps a problem solver
A pistol grip, a automatic and revolver
Check it, and I'ma handle up baby
It's in my nature it's a must it ain't a maybe, peep game
The feds taking pictures, and tapping my phones
But if I catch you bitches snitching
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best believe me it's on

I analyze of this realize and open fire on bitches
And if I catch you bastards slipping I'm leaving 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 rushing your ass, mob deep with ski masks
Busting shots on the road trying to
make your car crash, this is
my life

(Chorus - 2x)

[Z-Ro]
These boys be telling me they got
love, giving me false-i-fied
tapping, but
I know they wouldn't give a f**k
about me if there wasn't no
money in rapping
See I know they want to get rich off
me understand, even if I
was
To die I still can talk they still put a mic in my hand
For trying to copy my style of life,
pretending like they from
my block
While I survive on willing to live
while they depend on mom and
pops
Before you make your move, check
yourself and giving me for the
millions
For the love of the struggle and
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 scream and hollering I'm godfather
But I guess it's just the menace in me, plus
The only nigga that's skipping me from
clicking is Herman Fisher
Relocated the killers and gats and
drinking and if and burning
swishers
Why they want to play with my life,
they got families, nigga I
don't
The only thing between me and them hoes
Is I'ma keep thugging they timid ass won't
Will they mind they own god damn
business and keep they self out
of mine
Because of a thin line, between handling business
and boo yeah coward a nine baby

(Chorus - 4x)
Lyrics: Life Story, Z-Ro [end]