Z-Ro - World Wide Lyrics
[Z-Ro talking]Uh, seem like they got my life on the big screenZ-Ro versus the world, feel me round one[Z-Ro]Is it reality or just a fableThe most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget labelEven if I don't clear me in I just want to be living wellNot saying that heaven is promised to me but I don't want to believe in hellFeeling on coming also cause problems worry meIf it ain't the stress somebody's always trying to bury meSo thinking I'm undercovers and the dope they try to deal meJealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill meEverybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to bedrilling me niggaBut I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain't no more killng me niggaCause I'm a soldier, trying to keep his mind at easeAnd if I squeeze then we all bleed[Chorus x2]Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in TexasI think I'm bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restlessI don't want to die[Z-Ro]Look at how they made me, traditon systems raised meThe drama that they give me never ceases to amaze meThey tell me that my mind's gone, coming up is what my mind's onI guess there's nothing left to do but get my grind onThinking about my family but knowing they neglect meI'm not gonna give up, I'm gonna make my family respect meI'm talking to my father now, daddy I'm a grown upDepending on you is false-a-fied because you haven't shown upCaught up in these streets I'm taking penitentiary chancesI done forgived and I done forget plus I'm not giving you anymore chancesQuick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling angerRemember the times you couldn't come around because your life has been in dangerI'm a leader to follow is not my destinyBut I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousyIt's killing me to stay alive, but there ain't no use in me cryingNo matter what I guess it's what is right, on southside[Chorus x2][Z-Ro]Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ousPut in work until it hurt but keep pretending it's pain it'sAffiliated with killers when we fight us to the deathPicture your partner *****ed and aim and headed straight for your chestIt's hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachotherEverybody stressing cause ain't nobody feeling eachotherI often conversate with god but who's to say if he's listeningEven though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christianAt 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foesFrom velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle foldsIf it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deedI'ma catch an attitude instntly ***** you plexing with meAnd ain't no begging for mercy because you shot my niggaAnd I swear to god everywhere you go it's gone be hot my niggaAnd maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing differentThey want you dead you might not make it to prison, *****[Chorus x4][Z-Ro talking]Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts outDirty D, Anonymous, Heavy RotationMy nigga Pop Belly I love you boy
