(feat. Hawk)

[Z-Ro]

I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame
Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sane
I'm sick of this struggling all damn day

never see the sun cause skies stay gray
as for the little kids they can't go play
Cause everybody outside playing with an AK

Come around my neck of the woods you $#&@ around get lost
Better not set trip, $#&@ around get tossed
I be a fella with that break em off

Lay it down little daddy straight take em off
Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain
You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain

Tears be coming on down like rain
It's a full time job, trying to maintain
Want to stay right but right be broke, a ^!$$% can't eat with dreams and hopes

Steady be thinking of sell some dope, or trying to get paid from songs I wrote
In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real ^!$$% fill my shoes
Got to pay the rent, got to pay the light bill

Got to pay the pin deposit and pay dues
Me and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come our way
But one of these days gone be out there

It's a (*##$ took a ball, ball and parlay
Until we make it we mash together
point seven by the nine we blast together

South sil for lil, S.U.C. for life, ^!$$% we get cash together

[Chorus x2]

Maintaining, hustling struggling but I got to survive
Keep 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 gun
Some of my ^!$$%s that's on the run, with all that weed up in your lungs

Get your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floor
Go about this process slow, and feel the pain of my ^!$$% Z-Ro
Over money I lose sleep, sell work, $#&@ sheep

Spit heat on beats, to make my, ends meet
Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete
Victim of these ghetto streets, you don't work, you don't eat

I strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintain
Stay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaine
This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family

Forever keep my sanity, and do this %#@! for P-A-T
Must keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em spread
Me and my ^!$$%s we break bread, until the whole family's fed

You heard what, I said, in this, vocal booth
All that, I say, I speak, the truth


[Chorus x2]

[Z-Ro]

Looking at this little light of mine, never did glimmer, never did shine
Cause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I got to get mine
Got to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay broke

Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little lady
Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when she come home
Bout to pull a stunt, last of the month

Ain't no more work, just riding on chrome
No rocks in my pocket they on my neck
One slip and I'm tripping one growing up thick

Give me a couple of zeros on a check
I might sweat, but never gone let up


[Chorus x6]