Lyrics:
a nine-to-five
Every year, you're makin 30 G's a pop
Workin see, and you're tied to the white man's jock
Movin out of the ghetto cause it troubles you
Makin
it rain but I ain't
Talkin bout money from the sky
I'm talkin about everybody die
I'm the Mo City Don and
The King Of The Ghetto
Z-Ro is a one man team
Jesus ain’t save him,
Betrayed by his father, still feels the blade on his face,
Case worker came that day, he ran away and became,
Life’s truant, pop
Jesus ain’t save him,
Betrayed by his father, still feels the blade on his face,
Case worker came that day, he ran away and became,
Life’s truant, pop
I'd be writing a pop song
I'd be writing a pop song that everybody's gonna like
Like a rockstar
Kosher motherfucking beat keep it on repeat
Shalom
I been on that tip since the day of my arival
Living was second to my survival
Pops at the front door with a rifal
Mama in the kitchen with her bibal
the ghetto
But you can't take the getto out the nigga
Ain't nothing changed since the 70's
I'm hellbound nigga, my life ain't never been heavenly
Never
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford
No diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young
Of y'all?
I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life could've been offed by the cops
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
Still get niggas to test you is my life
[Rell]
And I do it all again)
I do it twice
And I won't change a thang, maybe two
I bring Big and Pop
hustle
Still get niggaz to test you is my life
And I do it all again,I do it twice
And I won't change a thang, maybe two
I bring Big and Pop back put them
of a G
Step on my feet, say pardon
Or get scarred on your cheek
Quiet calmly kid
Sometimes I was armed with
My pops 38 special by my long dick
Was gonna
the same
They bang, and slang, and blow out brains
I wish I could go back but wishin' is for suckers
Life was so simple then
I remember (I
a system that don't give a fuck about who shot her son
Imagine life you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen
When you get out
of the Gunplay
Rembranting the ghetto gray-scale
And with every cigarette flick
I guess niggas content with livin' the frail
Life - Might as well leave well enough
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
But ill eat you like a planet wing
Lets pop a cop and then pop some champagne
I know I know I know I know life got much more to offer me
And I know
the same ho
You wasn't slammin' her right
Keep sticks like Django
We ain't gon' panic tonight
I took his main ho
Now I'm the man in her life
I hit the same
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
Notnice
Y'ah hear me, doh? See the crown deh
This different
Yeah, man, Quada don
Ghetto yute
Nothing like when pocket full ah cash
Many
Who would've thought in my Life
That I'd be right here
Living life right here
The game's saturated illuminated It's real
Who would've thought in my
I'm getting a masters degree
I ain't worried about nobody
This for my family
Make a better life
This gone pop it off
This gone top it off
I'm
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