Still Livin' - Z-Ro

I hear some haters want me dead, but I ain’t never been a stranger to drama

The most hated around the world, just like my name was Osama

Picture my Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs

They’d rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread

Some of my closest niggas, wanna see me lose it all

But the love of my name is on, they can’t get in my shoes at all

I’m still hood with it still gangsta, still the Truth up in these streets

And still all by my lone, incase they wanna think it’s something weak

Yeah I hear they like to talk, cause they hate that I’m in my zone

My brother said if they don’t hate me, then I’m doing something wrong

I’m one of last of the real niggas left, so they know that I’m a target

But they know it ain’t no stopping my gang, if I get it started

My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it I ain’t friendly

It don’t take much to offend me, so don’t go to fucking with me

Unless you wanna be next, but I don’t think that’s what you want

It’s A.B.N.

for life, and I’ll take it to where these haters don’t

I know a lot of y’all niggas, wanna see me dead

And a lot of y’all niggas, wanna see me with no bread

I know, I might got a price on my head

It’s alright I ain’t scared, bitch I’m still living

I know a lot of y’all niggas, wanna see me lose it

And don’t want me to make it in nothing, selling drugs or music

One deep until I die, so your help I refuse it

I’m alright, just as long as I’m still living

See a friend in need, is a friend indeed

Not just being cool, cause I smoke good weed

Not sitting round me, with a trick up his sleeve

And does not believe, that H.A.W.K.

will succeed

How dare, you feel like that

Thought you had my back, now see where your heart is at

That hurt, like a heart attack

How fraud is that, when I use to front you quarter sacks

Damn, I miss Fat Pat

And I wouldn’t have to ask, do these niggas really got my back

These niggas, trying to get my stacks

Cause the guns gon splat, a few cats will be lying flat

Niggas, wanna see me dead

Cause the same nigga who said, is the only motherfucker who’s scared

I’ma stay, chasing bread

And stay getting ahead, and fuck what another nigga said I’m still living

Now when you throw up the West upside down, it’s my side of town

I use to be a Y.G., but I’m a rider now

O.G.

credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead

I murder for money half right now, the other half after I get that bitch

I ain’t gotta tell niggas I’m Cripping, they know I’m Hoover

But I got Blood homies that’s cuz homies, they’ll be the ones to come do ya

When you see me out in public, most likely I’m by my lonely

Trust nobody, it’s just a plastic or the chrome only

When I beef I pick skeletons, I don’t pick bones homie

Eliminating everybody, cause the last time a punk bitch told on me

Just because I follow nobody, don’t mean I’m trying to leave niggas

Most niggas I see trying to rush ya, can’t even feed niggas

All I need is God, to protect me from harm

And for the death of my enemies first twelve, the hundred and forty third song

I’ve been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison

They said I’d be dead in a year, but that was two years ago and I’m still living

(*talking*)

Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby

S.U.C.

MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby

Real talk baby, we still living

One deep for life nigga, S.U.C