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Текст (слова) песни: Z-Ro f Slim Chance, Trae - Haters Song

[Z-Ro]
So much struggle and pain, I`m stuck in the game
Can somebody, help me please
I`m so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face
Cause they got, a little cheese
I`ma be on my way, to pay one of these days
Ready to bust, one of these A to the K`s
Can`t even count, how many blunts I blaze
Wetter than syrup slide, riding on the way
Can`t nobody talk about pain like me, and that`s about a god damn shame
Nigga been pen pimpin ever since `91, and I`m still in pursuit of my change
I done been through a group, and a solo tape
Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo` cakes
Can`t stay on no crack, but I`ll sell you a track
And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape
Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow
But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin
Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know I`m trying
Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends
Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair
Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there
Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere
So we living our life, like we don`t care
When I`m posted up, I sting like a wasp
Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss
Me and my niggaz, use to be thicker than sauce
Now, they don`t even come to the house
I`m drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin
But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family
One deep, I bring the bread in

[Hook - 2x]
I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters
We been down too long, y`all can`t hold us down no mo`

[Slim Chance]
It`s Ms. Slim Chance, I`m going for the crowd and I make `em dance
Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand
How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands
They say I`m ready, cause I wreck the flow
Say they got pathetic, won`t let it go
All about the money, gotta get it and go
And if you ain`t spending money, then you out the do`
No time for the games, try stay on my toes
So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go
Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold
Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go

[Trae]
You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game
Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name
Don`t they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs
All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game
24/7, I be wrecking the microphone
And leaving everybody stuck, cause I`m wrecking on every song
And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me
I`m fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam
It`s a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine
Ain`t no more waiting, I`m fin to take what`s mine
I`m a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex
Knocking niggaz on rest, to collect my checks
Now what a wonderful world, we living in
The way of life, got a nigga living in sin
All that I wanted, was to make dividends
Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in
And my kin folks, a platinum plack
We done dominated rap, and y`all know that
And if you didn`t know that, you better let it go
We been down too long, and I`m letting y`all know

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
You going ball, steady trying to stand tall
Never do nothing, but crawl
Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-T`s
Wannabe`s, and the wanna-be-me`s
I really been stilling, my status
There`s never ever, gonna be another me
Gonna take, too much practice
I got too many motherfucking zones, up under the mattress
Situation at hand, these motherfuckers
Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine
Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going
So I read the root, when I grind
Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card
Another one`s, talking down
Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein
But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme
One deep individual, up under God
Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord
But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part
I`m so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling
But they setting up, road blocks
Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked
And all enemies, must be dropped
Fuck it I said it first, and I`ma say it again
I`m in it to win, I`m never gon rest
My 16`s be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address
Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T
Singing off always, R-I-D-G
E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep

[Hook - 3x]

 

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