(feat. Point Blank)

[Z-Ro:]

Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't @@#! it
All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way
I use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard

Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say
5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego
Couldn't nobody, tell a ^!$$% nothing about life

Till I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the dark
And was a witness to my people, being shot twice
I had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tight

Everybody, ain't out to get a ^!$$% for bread
But I promise it wasn't nothing, but ^!$$%z be gum bumping
My pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared

32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie
Z-Ro is that ^!$$%, that'll see thoed 'fore it's over with
Dealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade us

But I'm cooking up something major, wait till they get a load of it

[Hook:]

Struggling, to change
Trying to find, an exit out of the game
Looking for a better way, to make change

Daily decisions, bout to make a brother break mayn
All I ever did, was wanna shine
Make enough money, just so I could support mine

All the days of my life, I been on my grind
Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime


[Z-Ro:]
We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton Park
They tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a million

But look what we living in, gotta get us some dividends
Rolling over ridiculous ^!$$%z, that be screaming out many men
Wishing death on you, when they pull or take on you

Tell me, what you gon do now
I'm really trying to change, don't make me get up and get that thang mayn
Close range, I will blow you down

Everyday, I'm banging Screw
Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it
Everyday, I'm banging Screw

Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it

[Hook]


[Point Blank:]
Listen it's hard to think, when your mind goes blank

Leaning on these cake $$# ^!$$%z, like a pint
I write what I feel, and I feel what I write
$#&@ if a ^!$$% don't like it, and (*##$ wanna fight

The struggle ingrade in my skin, by the tip of a dull knife
One verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock life
Listen I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurry

And distracted, why all these people keep on $#&@ing with me
I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches
Playing chess, with these toy soldiers

But you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders
Cause people depending on you, ^!$$%z gotta eat
Now how you gon look, big pimping and big living

And all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets
I do the best I can, I bust my $$#
If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling to change


[Hook]