My Life

Who is my friend, who is my foe I just can't tell no mo'
Cause seems like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro
It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I don't know
Bottom line I ain't never fuck with
Nobody, why y'all fucking with me fo'
It's a trip to see, how all these people scream my name
Cause I can remember a whole lot of em
That said I'd never make it in the rap game
Look at me now though, I got cars and cash
And since I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
24/7 All day and night, around the clock that's how we work
I could give a fuck, about these niggas want beef
They been muted by my paper chase
Interrupt me you might come up deceased
Bitch I'm a product of the streets
Plus I'm an animal that C-Ball went and
Tamed, and J-Fred's got me off the leash
I'm a motherfucking beast, when it comes down to my bread
Hey Red you pull the cover back, it's time to lay in your bed

In my life, don't nobody wanna see me win
In my life, they rather see me disgusted with no ends
In my life, everyday another friend turn to a foe
That's why my motto is fuck friends, hand me my do'
In my life, I still struggle to make ends meet
It ain't gravy just cause you see me on
TV, I'm almost back on these streets
In my life, bitch I done seen and heard it all
So I'm one deep to my casket, I ain't fucking with y'all

I use to ride or die for you, like you was my gal or something
Simply cause you gave a damn about me, when I had nothing
When all the homies use to laugh at me, because I was broke
You would make a play for me, and we might sip a six or a fo'
And even though you had a nigga, you'd say I could spend the night
But out of respect for both of y'all
I chose to kick it under the street light
Hell yeah I was attracted to you baby, and you know that
I still feel like we look good, together on a Kodak
But a lot of bullshit, been floating round in the air
I suppose to say some disrespectful shit, now you hate a player
And to that skinny bitch with the rented
Gold, you need to shut the hell up
Talking bout I made you suck my dick for
A ride, yeah I made your throat swell up
But tell it how it really went down
Cause we was coming from the studio, and
You leaned over from the passenger side
Yeah you was trying to get me, to let you spend the night
But since I turned you down, you throwing mo' salt in my life

Life is hard but it's fair, and even though it might rain
I got my galatches plus my umbrella, ain't no stopping me mayn
Whatever they send my way, I'ma deal with it then send it right back
I've been an underdog all my life, that's why I bark like that
And fuck a friend nigga, y'all been trying to kick it
When I didn't have no ends nigga, y'all must think I'm a fool
Probably just wanna flip them out, trip and have me pay for the weed
But I'll be damned, if I blow my hard
Earned money on anyone else but me
I came to this bitch one deep, and that's how I'm gon' go
And the way I see it, I owe nobody
Nothing ain't nobody gon' get no do'
Z-Ro king of the ghetto, and a Mo City Don
Everybody around me is strapped
That's why you never see me with a gun
I get my funds, cause it's that time of the month to pay bills
I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me
And the people across the street for real
Homie I'm just trying to pay bills
I ain't rich, ain't no difference between me
And the people across the street for real