Z-Ro Maintain Lyrics

Screwed Up Click Representa' Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Does It Matter? (skit) (intro)
  • 2 Real
  • 3 Gorilla
  • 4 Life
  • 5 Gotta Let Go (skit)
  • 6 U Gotta Let Go
  • 7 Tha Third Coast
  • 8 Plex
  • 9 H.A.T.E.
  • 10 Southside Can't Stop
  • 11 All Night
  • 12 How Does It Feel
  • 13 Freestyle
  • 14 My Sermon
  • 15 S.U.C. 4 Life
  • 16 Maintain
  • 17 Final Curtain Call
  • [Z-Ro]
    I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame
    Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I
    Rap sing
    I'm sick of this struggling all damn day
    Never see the sun cause skies stay gray
    This for the little kids that can't go play
    Cause everybody outside playing with an AK
    Come around my *****s you bust you **** around get lost
    Better not set trip, **** around get tossed
    I be a fool with that break them off
    Lay it down little daddy straight take them off
    Yeah I'm living a sin when against the grain
    You don't know Z-Ro you don't know my pain
    Tears be coming on down like rain
    It's a full time job, trying to maintain
    Want to stay right but right be broke, a ***** can't eat with
    Dreams and hopes
    Steady be thinking of sell some dope, or trying to get paid from
    Songs I wrote
    In it to win it, don't plan to lose, got to be a real ***** fill
    My shoes
    Got to pay the rent, got to pay the light bill
    Got to pay the depend, deposit and pay dues
    Me and that H-A-W-K, got to deal with stress when it come my way

    But one of these days gone be out there
    It's a ***** took a ball, ball and parlay
    Until we make it we mash together
    Ooint seven by the nine we blast together
    South sive for live, S.U.C. for life, ***** we get cash forever

    (Chorus - 2x)
    Maintaining, hustling struggling but I got to survive
    Keep maintaining, it's a burden up on my conscience just staying
    Alive

    [Hawk]
    I'm a real hustler stacking funds, riding around with a loaded
    Gun

    Some of my *****s that's on the run, with all that weed up in
    Your lungs
    Get your paper, get your dough, buy it off the show room floor
    Go about this process slow, and feel the pain of my ***** Z-Ro
    Over money I lose sleep, sell work, **** sheep
    Spit heat on beats, to make my, ends meet
    Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete
    Victim of these ghetto streets, you don't work, you don't eat
    I strive to, gain fame, struggle to maintain
    Stay away from no names and flip bricks of cocaine
    This rap thang's been good to me, feeds my, family
    Forever keep my sanity, and do this **** for P-A-T
    Must keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em
    Spread
    Me and my *****s we break bread, until the whole family's fed
    You heard what, I said, in this, over bull
    All that, I say, I speak, the truth

    (Chorus - 2x)

    [Z-Ro]
    Looking at this little light of mine, never did glimmer, never
    Did shine
    Cause I resort to a life of crime, and I know I'm wrong, but I
    Got to get mine
    Got to feed my mouth and five more, I grind every day but I stay
    Broke
    Responsibility baby, taking a load off my little day
    Steady be working her fingers to the bone, aching and tired when
    She come home
    Bout to pull a stunt, last of the month
    Ain't no more work, just riding on chrome
    No rocks in my pocket the on my neck
    One slip and I'm tripping one growing up thick
    Give me a couple of zeros on a check
    I might sweat, but never gone let up

    (Chorus - 6x)

    Written by: Anthony Hawkins
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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