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hurt you - z-ro lyrics

[chorus]
i’ve been in the streets a long time
tryna get money one deep a long time
and i ain’t gon’ starve, i’ma eat a long time
(you don’t know love from the boy a long time)
i feel like i’ve been my own squad a long time
my people been actin’ real fraud a long time
had me wonderin’ why i talked to god a long time
(fightin’ in this war for a long, long time)

[verse 1]
yeah, seems like ever since i handed out them “one deep” chains
i ain’t seen n0body, i’ve been one deep man
it’s all good, y’all don’t gotta f-ck wit’ me mane
table full of food, i will eat at every seat mane
f-ck everybody, when you see me don’t speak mane
what would jesus do? turn the other cheek mane
give a n-gga the game, but he ain’t gonna appreciate it
yeah, i got on my shades but i could still see ya hate
feel free to hate on me, it’s what i’m here fo
bourbon by the bottle, you’re barely keepin’ your beer cold (sucka)
these b-tches always tell me yes, i never hear no
they know i’m a real n-gga, not a weirdo
but i don’t want sh-t from ’em though, i’m alright
how the h-ll they walls tight if they been f-ckin’ all night
that’s that burnin’ when you pee sh-t, i’m good on it
i need none of y’all, i’ma put my hood on it

[verse 2]
they want me to help ’em ’til i can’t help ’em no mo
as soon as i can’t help ’em i’m a hoe-hoe
“ro ya wanna roll wit’ us?” f-ckas i’ma go fo
’cause they know ro get in free wherever ro go
1500 on a meal, he gon’ drop a 10 (d-mn)
n-gga you know you outta line, all i do is grin
i know you wanna see me lose, all i do is win
mad ’cause i’m feelin’ blessed, he act like all i do is sin
i don’t shake hands, that’s nasty
but i might take a picture dependin’ how i’m feelin’ when you ask me
so many people tried to rob me, k!ll me
f-ck you and what you think about my att-tude, ya feel me? (f-ck all y’all)
i don’t do it to sell records, this the real me
sh-t i ain’t never had a record deal anyway
i know y’all ain’t really with me, y’all just in the way
just here to get what you can get and make a getaway

[verse 3]
listen, he say stop f-ckin’ with him, i’ll put you in that bag
i guess i ain’t really wanna win that bad
turn my back on my friend like that
(uh)
i know y’all think it really ain’t, but it really is like that
a lotta n-ggas made they careers like that
homies like “why he disappear like that?” (like that, like that)
he gone
sh-t, ol’ judas -ss n-gga gon’ stand up (oh)
for 30 pieces of silver, you give your man up (oh)
when it’s roll call for b-tch n-ggas, hold ya hand up (oh)
we the real n-ggas, we know y’all don’t ever stand up
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ us, don’t gotta pull our pants up
that’s why we end up in the grave or in handcuffs

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