Will I Go Crazy
[Z-Ro:]My mind just goes off and wonders, cause it ain't stableSee I be fantasizing, bout putting food on the tableCause in the ghetto my hood, prison is promised to usSome of us let jail teach us, some let college do itThey think I'm nothing, cause I don't get up and get a jobBut I be trying the only thing I get, is getting hardI'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, holla if you hear meAnd you with me now, got my life right with GodYou hatas come and get me now, fifty roundsIs what I'ma destrand, that's on my mama God rest her soulNigga picture me playing, foes gon read and deed follow my leadWhen I'm sober I can't focus, pass that weed to meAnd dedications all day long, seem like when I'm goingThrough it my partnas stay gone, but its all gravy babyCause I want you to hate me, calico gon stay off safetyMurder motherfuckers, if they make me[Chorus:]Will I go crazy, I don't knowThe pain is fucking with me lately, but it don't showI can't let it faze me, cause I can't stopI'm more than just a ghetto baby, cause I'ma reach the top[Miss Dameanor:]Like Pac, I'll be the last motherfucker in this bitch freezingAnd feel me money over niggas, be my pledge of allegianceWhether I sang or I heat you, I'ma wait till I'm sinkingNo dirt inside my credentials, bitches gon have they own reasonsThis how we up in the game, I'm bout my paper fuck fameThe last day you gon see, we roll down feeling shameThis how the lessons gangstafied, paper chasing since youthBet not go squabbling for respect, to see who got the most juiceI been a witness to the struggle, days and spots have been missedThe devil huffing like a wolf, that's why I'm building with bricksI seen and heard plenty shit, from ghetto baby to womanIts either keep your head above the water, or get swept underBeen a guerilla in the midst, this matching soldier be marchingNow valet and curb service, more sauce for handicap parkingWhen more days get brighter, my tribulations get lighterMore shalant about my life, now I'm a Southern street fighter[Repeat Chorus:][Z-Ro:]Don't be telling me bout no riff-raff, I'm busta-freeAll about my wealthy, don't need nobody to fuck with meI'ma keep my twelve gauge, the only company I needCan't forget about hydro, and a pint of codeineFlipping to Austin from Houston, on a mission to make feddyEither stop fucking with some of my people, cause they wasn't readyBut the whole wide world, its just me and my dreamsAnd anybody roll glock, is gon be seeing my beam[Miss Dameanor:]Went from dirt packs to platinum, watch the jealous one hatingTo see who's real from the fake, and thank the Lord what I makeHard times brought tears, misery if you lastRealize I wasn't gon be shit, if I didn't get off my assFor the ones who was there, anticipated my fallI cry still on death field, but I can ball and stood tallNow Miss Dameanor live lavage, went from broke to hood richPlan to live to the fullest, then I'm up outta this bitch[Repeat Chorus:] (2x)
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