Time and Time Again
[Featuring: Daz, Thug Dirt][Talking]Yeah, let me count that up right thereReal shit, know I mean, you know I mean, what's up Z-RoYeah, this a real one, inhale that shit nigga[Hook]Time and time againI get caught up, trying to make those endsIn my liiiiiife, cause everything I doIs a criiiiime, what else could I doI would like, to make a changeBut being broke, will make a nigga stay the sameIn my liiiiiife, tell me what to doAt least I grind, what else could I do[Daz]I never ever ever ever, did nobody ever wrongWill I live, with a nigga be bumping my songWill my soul live, forever or will it be goneWill I journey on, will I journey onMy journey was swift and thickCame up in the game, slanging these rhymes to get richFifty thousand, to a hundred thousandI perfected my housing, now me and my niggas is cold cold loungingRoll a Five Hundred Wagon, we blasting the morgueCause body bagging, back to the hood cause we saggingI ain't asking for no handout, see my demands boutThat's when I planned out, see I just cash outMake sure it's all there, Dat Nigga Daz outNow I'm swerving and swerving nigga, without a doubtIt's just another day, just for the D-A-ZOr it just another day, got me just being a GBe so easily spoken, my minds are openMy eyes are open, I keep smokingAnd spilling that mud leaning, me and my niggas we super thugsBitch, who the fuck that you thought it was[Hook][Z-Ro]I'ma pledge allegiance, to this crooked ass gameWalking backwards through this rhythm this nation, without a nameI don't need to be known, I just to be living like itCause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like itI fuck with niggas like Chill, and the Don KekeCause not only are they killas, they be about they currencySomebody told me Z-Ro, get your ass up and goGet a job but my job, got to be filling out applications it's hardFor a young black male, to stack maleBut do it legal, without the help of a crack saleThat's asking too much, cause my people having it roughThat's just your ghetto, everyday average stuffFrom California to Texas, people are restless and they starvingLike predators after the prey, they gon come bargingJust like the police, you might as well call us the FedBecause we running shit undercover, but making our bread[Hook][Thug Dirt]I'm trying to make it, but the world want me to take itSticky sticky I'm getting stuck, in a crazy situationShould I get a job a car and a wife, or chrome with cookiesOn the corner, this is my lifeI often wish it was easy, but the road so coldI make one and pay three, I gots to make two mo'And coming short don't add up, niggas wanna agg' upUncock the gun lil' nigga, put the mask upI ain't killing no mo', I gots to find another wayI got people locked down, ain't seen the light of dayI'm struggling right now, I still gots to get paidGod please help me, men my wicked waysI'm trudging through the mud, trying to make it to the concreteBut I'm sinking, can't see my feetThug Dirt guilty or acquitted, I'ma push it to the limitIn the dark, hit the lights so I could finish, yeah[Hook]
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