Life Story Lyrics

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Life Story Lyrics

by Z-Ro

[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 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 fuck 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)