Letra de World Wide de Z-RoLetras de Canciones

Letra 'World Wide'

(Z-Ro talking)
Uh, seem like they got my life on the big screen
Z-Ro versus the world, feel me round one

[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 me in 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

[Chorus - 2x]
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

[Z-Ro]
Look at how they made me, traditon 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 false-a-fied 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

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
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

[Chorus - 4x]

(Z-Ro talking)
Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out
Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation
My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy