(feat. Daz, Thug Dirt)

[talking]

Yeah, let me count that up right there
Real %#@!, know I mean, you know I mean, what's up Z-Ro
Yeah, this a real one, inhale that %#@! ^!$$%


[Hook]
Time and time again

I get caught up, trying to make those ends
In my liiiiiife, cause everything I do
Is a criiiiime, what else could I do

I would like, to make a change
But being broke, will make a ^!$$% stay the same
In my liiiiiife, tell me what to do

At least I grind, what else could I do

[Daz]

I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrong
Will I live, with a ^!$$% be bumping my song
Will my soul live, forever or will it be gone

Will I journey on, will I journey on
My journey was swift and thick
Came up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get rich

Fifty thousand, to a hundred thousand
I perfected my housing, now me and my ^!$$%s is cold cold lounging
Roll a Five Hundred Wagon, we blasting the morgue

Cause body bagging, back to the hood cause we sagging
I ain't asking for no handout, see my demands bout
That's when I planned out, see I just cash out

Make sure it's all there, Dat ^!$$% Daz out
Now I'm swerving and swerving ^!$$%, without a doubt
It's just another day, just for the D-A-Z

Or it just another day, got me just being a G
Be so easily spoken, my minds are open
My eyes are open, I keep smoking

And spilling that mud leaning, me and my ^!$$%s we super thugs
(*##$, who the $#&@ that you thought it was


[Hook]

[Z-Ro]

I'ma pledge allegiance, to this crooked $$# game
Walking backwards through this rhythm this nation, without a name
I don't need to be known, I just to be living like it

Cause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like it
I $#&@ with ^!$$%s like Chill, and the Don Keke
Cause not only are they killas, they be about they currency

Somebody told me Z-Ro, get your $$# up and go
Get a job but my job, got to be filling out applications it's hard
For a young black male, to stack male

But do it legal, without the help of a crack sale
That's asking too much, cause my people having it rough
That's just your ghetto, everyday average stuff

From California to Texas, people are restless and they starving
Like predators after the prey, they gon come barging
Just like the police, you might as well call us the Fed

Because we running %#@! undercover, but making our bread

[Hook]


[Thug Dirt]
I'm trying to make it, but the world want me to take it

Sticky sticky I'm getting stuck, in a crazy situation
Should I get a job a car and a wife, or chrome with cookies
On the corner, this is my life

I often wish it was easy, but the road so cold
I make one and pay three, I gots to make two mo'
And coming short don't add up, ^!$$%s wanna agg' up

Un@@#! the gun lil' ^!$$%, put the mask up
I ain't killing no mo', I gots to find another way
I got people locked down, ain't seen the light of day

I'm struggling right now, I still gots to get paid
God please help me, men my wicked ways
I'm trudging through the mud, trying to make it to the concrete

But I'm sinking, can't see my feet
Thug Dirt guilty or acquitted, I'ma push it to the limit
In the dark, hit the lights so I could finish, yeah

[Hook]