(feat. Point Blank) 



[Z-Ro:] 

Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock it 

All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way 

I use to be selling drugs, running up and down the boulevard 

Better respect, whatever the desert eagle say 

5-2 due for Z-Ro, with a mad super ego 

Couldn't nobody, tell a nigga nothing about life 

Till I started tripping too hard, smoking them sherms in the dark 

And was a witness to my people, being shot twice 

I had to get my mind right, stop gripping that iron tight 

Everybody, ain't out to get a nigga for bread 

But I promise it wasn't nothing, but niggaz be gum bumping 

My pistol'll come jumping, nothing but infrared 

32 grams up, and this killer could be a veteran not a rookie 

Z-Ro is that nigga, that'll see thoed 'fore it's over with 

Dealing with haters and perpetrators, trying to fade us 

But I'm cooking up something major, wait till they get a load of it 



[Hook:] 

Struggling, to change 

Trying to find, an exit out of the game 

Looking for a better way, to make change 

Daily decisions, bout to make a brother break mayn 

All I ever did, was wanna shine 

Make enough money, just so I could support mine 

All the days of my life, I been on my grind 

Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime 



[Z-Ro:] 

We use to be pimping broads, Mo City to Clinton Park 

They tell us we went too hard, trying to make us a million 

But look what we living in, gotta get us some dividends 

Rolling over ridiculous niggaz, that be screaming out many men 

Wishing death on you, when they pull or take on you 

Tell me, what you gon do now 

I'm really trying to change, don't make me get up and get that thang mayn 

Close range, I will blow you down 

Everyday, I'm banging Screw 

Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it 

Everyday, I'm banging Screw 

Your slab just ain't no slab, if Robert Davis ain't in it-in it-in it 



[Hook] 



[Point Blank:] 

Listen it's hard to think, when your mind goes blank 

Leaning on these cake ass niggaz, like a pint 

I write what I feel, and I feel what I write 

Fuck if a nigga don't like it, and bitch wanna fight 

The struggle ingrade in my skin, by the tip of a dull knife 

One verse from Jay-Z, got me doing a hard knock life 

Listen I try to stay focused, sometime my vision get blurry 

And distracted, why all these people keep on fucking with me 

I move swiftly through the vultures, rats and roaches 

Playing chess, with these toy soldiers 

But you can't complain, when you carrying the whole world on your shoulders 

Cause people depending on you, niggaz gotta eat 

Now how you gon look, big pimping and big living 

And all the click that run with you, sleeping on the streets 

I do the best I can, I bust my ass 

If the next man can't do the same, I wash my hands I'm struggling to change 



[Hook]