World Wide - Z-Ro

Is it reality or just a fable

The most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget label

Even if I don’t clear a million I just want to be living well

Not saying that heaven is promised to me but I don’t want to believe in hell

Feeling on coming also cause problems worry me

If it ain’t the stress somebody’s always trying to bury me

So thinking I’m undercovers and the dope they try to deal me

Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me

Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be

Drilling me nigga

But I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain’t no more killng me nigga

Cause I’m a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease

And if I squeeze then we all bleed

Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas

I think I’m bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless

I don’t want to die

Look at how they made me, judicial systems raised me

The drama that they give me never ceases to amaze me

They tell me that my mind’s gone, coming up is what my mind’s on

I guess there’s nothing left to do but get my grind on

Thinking about my family but knowing they neglect me

I’m not gonna give up, I’m gonna make my family respect me

I’m talking to my father now, daddy I’m a grown up

Depending on you is falsified because you haven’t shown up

Caught up in these streets I’m taking penitentiary chances

I done forgived and I done forget plus I’m not giving you anymore chances

Quick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling anger

Remember the times you couldn’t come around because your life has been in danger

I’m a leader to follow is not my destiny

But I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousy

It’s killing me to stay alive, but there ain’t no use in me crying

No matter what I guess it’s what is right, on southside

Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous

Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it’s pain it’s

Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death

Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest

It’s hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachother

Everybody stressing cause ain’t nobody feeling eachother

I often conversate with god but who’s to say if he’s listening

Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian

At 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foes

From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds

If it ain’t true, if it ain’t crew, it’s a mexican deed

I’ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me

And ain’t no begging for mercy because you shot my nigga

And I swear to god everywhere you go it’s gone be hot my nigga

And maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing different

They want you dead you might not make it to prison, bitch

(Z-Ro talking)

Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out

Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation

My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy