Let Me Live My Life

Z-Ro

On a mission fishing for feddy, ready to make a knot 
I'm use to having less, and I just can't deal with the stress 
And it seems like everywhere I go, another nigga wanna test 
Brother don't disrespect yourself and get yourself up in a, vine 
Cause I'm a maniac with a mac, and a black back-pack 
Smoking up on the urban fat sack, I'm trying to keep from going off 
But niggas be trying to make me starve, when I need groceries in my house 
Wicked niggas say they be friends, but end up trying to kill your friends 
Always turn to foes, that's saying it's over millions 
Dealing with dirty niggas on a daily basis 
Don't really wanna fuck with em, but see they baby faces 
I gotta survive 

Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me 
To deal out these deeds, then you die 
And when it's my time hope I don't, cry 
(2x)

Living in the ghetto, day by day 
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay 
You better, keep watching me and 
Pretty soon, you'll see man 
That I'm a real rich nigga from the Houston streets 
Fried out licking, looking for something to eat 
I'm on a mission, whipping birds like they stole something 
Pain, it make me wanna roll something 
I'm a soldier, and I'm outta my mind 
Voice mail beeping for days, cause I'm out on the grind 
Guess my daddy didn't love me, cause he turned his back 
Therefor the streets is my people, a nigga learned like that 
And I haaaad to get up, and bleed the block 
And it don't stop 

Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me 
To deal out these deeds, then you die 
And when it's my time hope I don't, cry 
(2x)

My nigga Herman Fisher doing fed time 
I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn 
I had to start all over, but it didn't matter cause I was a soldier 
Walking around with a king size chip on my shoulder 
Missing my mama while I Iay down, on benches to sleep 
Snatching purses and hopping fences just to eat 
Still I maintain, I'm still in the same game chasing paper 
Bitch niggas be up in my business, like oops I'm erasing haters 
I'm S.U.C. for life, KMJ until I'm finished 
Like Popeye from the ghetto, but a nigga don't need no spinach 
All I need is my Nina when I be flipping birds 
Cause all I have in this world, is my balls and my word