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[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head

but I can't focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread

and if you fuckin' with my mind lately, how could it be greed?

if all I want is just to touch whatevers mine baby

my forty-acres, and my new mansion, and my yacht

might take alittle time for me to see bigger living (??) or not

but I want stop until I'm touchin my figures, you better move(bitch)

cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows all the trouble I been through

been so broke and embarrased couldn't afford a tooth brush fool

if it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller, me and great 'O

offered me food when I was hungry, plus a place to lay low

runnin up and down Houston slangin dimes and nickles

performing for my hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles

forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us

and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us


[Chorus: Trae - repeat 2X]

Everyday it's like I can't maintain

but still I feel I'm in it for the same thing

all I ever wanted is just to get my change

living strength is my only type of mind frame


[Verse 2: Z-Ro]

It's in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul

gettin' paper been so important since I've been on my own

don't nobody love me in this cold world

fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl

is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it, I ain't tryna know ya

unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo' bucks

I'm like a male-nun with a rail gun

I'm so focused on my mail son I need a bail bond

fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march

cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross

witness the J.Prince runnin the south

Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we all be runnin our route

I'm goin long, it ain't no mercy for the weak better get strong

cause it be crucializing everything that be goin on try to maintain

cause if you don't they pop you, drop you, and leave you slain mayne

win it just to stay in the game (mayne)


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Z-Ro]

Association bring about stimulation that's what I witness

kickin it with the jealous got me beggin for forgiveness

this record label presidental think they live like me

think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me

they living fantasies nigga tryna hold onto my name

but they can't sell records without me that's a godamn shame

hoe nigga get ya roll up, everytime I flex you cats in check

cause you can't lift it with you're on muscle, weak bitch!

everytime I speak bitch niggaz steadily be plottin

on removing me from my throne to throw me in the fuckin prison

but it's all good I can take it cause I dish shit out

but me you've seen I'm havin things in my dreams I can't get it out

God blessed the child that can double his fetti

duckin and dodgin trouble cops and trouble times come get me

I'm tryna get a big ass piece so leave me alone

and live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home


[Chorus] - repeat to end