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the friends
My mama still gotta work
So I go hard for this shit
My daddy still paying bills
I'm trying to buy him a crib

So, you running 'round the city
With

[Chorus]
The summit gettin’ higher every mile I climb
I’ll make it hard for you to read behind my smile I’m fine
Say what do I gotta’ lose?
I don’t hate you

that's hard to digest
Trynna reach my goal for so long
Ion know when I'm coming home
Momma say she worried bout her baby
Out while the street lights on
I

lil' pump on me, you Would've thought I'm Gucci gang
Lil bitch sucking dick, stop for air
I'm like use your nostrils, she gon' Smack her lips and roll

then it's Halo he up there with God
Not into no games just playing my cards
Got her sucking dick until she get it hard
Don't know why he saving that

You

Z-Ro

Crack

2008

people who work for you, 
Even with all of that money ain't no peace on earth for ya
That's you
Yea that's you that made your homeboys hate ya, 
Can't

some work fronted and I still bagged it
She thought the box was kill but I kept jabbin
Throwin them 2’s up im Rae Savvin
Bitch, im livin lavish
Burnin

the Deli Deli
And your girlfriend works at the Krusty Krabs 'cause 
When I text her she be ready ready

Bring out the goose better duck
You want me be honest

verse ain't my first Im a veteran now
Earning my stripes I can never come down
I work hard for the life that I'm living right now
know that you wanna know

we on that dank 
Intrigue by the way I captivate I work the room 
Oh lay monkey 47 St Germaine 
Keeping it cool keeping it swank royal st that's

keep it wavy, you lames wouldn't understand. 


Boy stands, liquor in my left hand

Groovie as chick, she used to work for uncle Sam 

I keep it wavy,

bitch bad for real
She gon hold it down
Cause she know I keep it real

Made it out the struggle
Now I'm worth a penny
Use to be alone ya
Caught up in my

on the beat with the lyrics
She put that ass on my lap like she love me
She told me she love me I ain’t tryna hear it
I got the Hunnids surrounded by 20’s
Just

to be on my way, think I'm ready for another day
Think I'm ready to start back over again
I don't know what life has in store
Some signs though are hard

But it get hard when you surrounded by hell
Only Jesus can break you out of jail
He already won yeah, he can never fail
Don't trust man cause they'll

is a self starter
Make a nigga wanna work harder
Full throttle with my efforts
She carrying my daughter
Baby bump enhance the glow
She does not slay

codeine change my voice (Mix the potions)
She say, Plug you work too hard, deserve the Rolls Royce (Plug)
I been standing on my business, I ain't got no

misleading
The fam don't got a mil yet I ain sleeping
That money be feeding
Mama raised me to be leading
I lead by example, I show ya'll the real no samples

attracted to money, fame just music
Hard work, dedication and I'm not losing
Bitch I'm groovy
Had this flow since juvie
All the magazines nudie
I don't like

is dead
Banality has led the majority of
Heads into money-driven sleds
Street exegesis, a 16 bar text for a thesis
The truth is blinding but we
Still

close
Got hit for getting bread
Yea coma toast
Ima Hustle
Ima Hustle
Don't give a damn
If I don't get a dime
Cause I work hard
Almost all the time

I put on Trey Songz or let Levert do the work
I got girlies by the dozens, weed and perky keep’em buzzen
Some of them got infatuated, I wasn’t budging

leaves me spooked
In the pain I wallow, but maybe tomorrow I'll find a way to swallow the truth
For now, do tricks with the money, this not origami, it's

of reason

Now fast forward to couple years later
Where the story takes another turn
I got sucked in by a poor little gal
With a hard luck story of her own
It