Lyrics Let Me Live My Life - Z-RO
(Z-Ro)
My
life
is
like
a
mercy
game,
ducking
and
dodging
crooked
cops
On
a
mission
fishing
for
feddy,
ready
to
make
a
knot
I'm
use
to
having
less,
and
I
just
can't
deal
with
the
stress
And
it
seems
like
everywhere
I
go,
another
nigga
wanna
test
Brother
don't
disrespect
yourself
and
get
yourself
up
in
a,
vine
Cause
I'm
a
maniac
with
a
mac,
and
a
black
back-pack
Smoking
up
on
the
urban
fat
sack,
I'm
trying
to
keep
from
going
off
But
niggas
be
trying
to
make
me
starve,
when
I
need
groceries
in
my
house
Wicked
niggas
say
they
be
friends,
but
end
up
trying
to
kill
your
friends
Always
turn
to
foes,
that's
saying
it's
over
millions
Dealing
with
dirty
niggas
on
a
daily
basis
Don't
really
wanna
fuck
with
em,
but
see
they
baby
faces
I
gotta
survive
(Chorus
- 2x)
Let
me
live
my
life,
nigga
don't
fuck
with
me
To
deal
out
these
deeds,
then
you
die
And
when
it's
my
time
hope
I
don't,
cry
(Z-Ro)
Living
in
the
ghetto,
day
by
day
I'm
bumping
trying
to
make
a
profit,
cause
I
gotta
get
my
pay
You
better,
keep
watching
me
and
Pretty
soon,
you'll
see
man
That
I'm
a
real
rich
nigga
from
the
Houston
streets
Fried
out
licking,
looking
for
something
to
eat
I'm
on
a
mission,
whipping
birds
like
they
stole
something
Pain,
it
make
me
wanna
roll
something
I'm
a
soldier,
and
I'm
outta
my
mind
Voice
mail
beeping
for
days,
cause
I'm
out
on
the
grind
Guess
my
daddy
didn't
love
me,
cause
he
turned
his
back
Therefor
the
streets
is
my
people,
a
nigga
learned
like
that
And
I
haaaad
to
get
up,
and
bleed
the
block
And
it
don't
stop
(Chorus
- 2x)
(Z-Ro)
My
nigga
Herman
Fisher
doing
fed
time
I
remember
like
it
was
yesterday,
it
made
the
headlines,
damn
I
had
to
start
all
over,
but
it
didn't
matter
cause
I
was
a
soldier
Walking
around
with
a
king
size
chip
on
my
shoulder
Missing
my
mama
while
I
Iay
down,
on
benches
to
sleep
Snatching
purses
and
hopping
fences
just
to
eat
Still
I
maintain,
I'm
still
in
the
same
game
chasing
paper
Bitch
niggas
be
up
in
my
business,
like
oops
I'm
erasing
haters
I'm
S.U.C.
for
life,
KMJ
until
I'm
finished
Like
Popeye
from
the
ghetto,
but
a
nigga
don't
need
no
spinach
All
I
need
is
my
Nina
when
I
be
flipping
birds
Cause
all
I
have
in
this
world,
is
my
balls
and
my
word
(Chorus
4x)
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