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Z-Ro - Maintain lyrics
f/ Hawk [Z-Ro] I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sing I'm sick of this struggling all damn day never see the sun cause skies stay gray This for the little kids that can't go play Cause everybody outside playing with an AK Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost Better not set trip, fuck around get tossed I be a fool with that break them off Lay it down little daddy straight take them off Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain Tears be coming on down like rain It's a full time job, trying to maintain Want to stay right but right be broke, a nigga can't eat with dreams and hopes Steady be thinking of sell some dope, or trying to get paid from songs I wrote In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real nigga fill my shoes Got to pay the rent, got to pay the light bill Got to pay the depend, deposit and pay dues Me and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my way But one of these days gone be out there It's a bitch took a ball, ball and parlay Until we make it we mash together Ooint seven by the nine we blast together South sive for live, S.U.C. for life, nigga we get cash forever (Chorus - 2x) Maintaining, hustling struggling but I got to survive Keep maintaining, it's a burden up on my conscience just staying alive [Hawk] I'm a real hustler stacking funds, riding around with a loaded gun Some of my niggas that's on the run, with all that weed up in your lungs Get your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floor Go about this process slow, and feel the pain of my nigga Z-Ro Over money I lose sleep, sell work, fuck sheep Spit heat on beats, to make my, ends meet Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete Victim of these ghetto streets, you don't work, you don't eat I strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintain Stay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaine This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family Forever keep my sanity, and do this shit for P-A-T Must keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em spread Me and my niggas we break bread, until the whole family's fed You heard what, I said, in this, over bull All that, I say, I speak, the truth (Chorus - 2x) [Z-Ro] Looking at this little light of mine, never did glimmer, never did shine Cause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I got to get mine Got to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay broke Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when she come home Bout to pull a stunt, last of the month Ain't no more work, just riding on chrome No rocks in my pocket the on my neck One slip and I'm tripping one growing up thick Give me a couple of zeros on a check I might sweat, but never gone let up (Chorus - 6x) |
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