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Tell Me What You See
Z‐Ro
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Tell me what you see when you look at me
A G, that's me, I don't know why
I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care
Nothing but good intentions when I started out as a kid
Living my life but when it happened I couldn't understand what mama did
Leave me, it wasn't easy, it was hard
Everybody was looking unhappy but I was looking for God
Receiving beatings on a daily basis. for C's and D's
If it wasn't the honor roll, my father wasn't fucking with me
Herm Clark to South Park, to Ridgemont 4
That's where the devil developed the Christian killa called 'Ro
An adduction to dro and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't wanna get fronted by Joseph 'cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me but its been slow round here 'Ro
Nigga fuck you pay me before you become part of the flo'
And I ain't playing no games 'cause ain't nobody ever played with me
Trusted nobody, even my people that done stayed with me
Out to get me, that's how I feel about y'all
Just give me my ten or you fin' to see what my steel about dog
Five fingers on my right and that's how many niggas I trust
Eugene, Jordan, Mexican D and D.P., D-Los sipping purple stuff
A drug addict, that's how I'm feeling right now
Another numb nigga 'cause I ain't got no feelings right now
Don't give a fuck about nothing it's like I'm living to die
I let a woman through in my mind, now I'm unable to cry
Your feelings is your feelings, but my feelings is gone
'Cause when a nigga needed your feelings, your feelings wasn't shown
Now I smoke weed rolling around, aimlessly
Take pride in whooping niggas, beat they ass shamelessly
Dorothy Marie send me a sign, are you proud of your boy?
Ain't got no mansion or no Bentley, just a crib and a car
I wish I had a million dollas but I got me some cash
I might not be from River Oaks but I still got me some class
And when I say I'm dying I'm dying, you ain't gotta try to do me
I guess dentist was nervous and tried to help somebody sue me
Who that thug nigga, moving units state to state?
I-10 connected with weight but now replaced by tapes
And C.D.'s, I'm S.U.C 'til I D-I-E
Affilliated with C-R-I-P's, and B-L double O-D's
I'm not a gangsta, I just lean like that
Able to unload and flee the murder scene like that
Call me what you wanna, call me crazy baby
But you ain't been paying no bills where I lay my head lately baby
Don't know nothing about me, just know that I be rapping
Just know that you see me every time another murder happen
My grand finale, that's when I lay me down to sleep
Until then I rest and so I creep
To and fro, seeking who I may devour
I ain't a devil but a God in search of his power
So when you look at me, tell me what you think about
Crackers killing they self over shit I smoke and drink about
Tell me what you see when you look at me
A G, that's me, I don't know why
I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care
Tell me what you see when you look at me
A G, that's me, I don't know why
I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care