[Z-Ro]How does it feel, when they don't believe anything you sayAlways, got to show and prove yourself every single dayMan this ain't living, nothing but drama all through the weekAnd if they don't respect my words, why they want me to speakI'm feeling worse, even though I put my family firstI'm shedding tears cause I feel as if I'm headed to the dirtGhetto on me, stressed out my mama buried ain't deadAin't got no partners cause my partners put a price on my headHave you ever told a lie to make the drama stopWatch the world you love turn against you no more family problemsHow does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel toVictimized yourself for one time and evermore after the gAnd focus on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fastSitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time passMy life, my life, falls under the wicked and shifeI wonder where I got to sleep tonight, my nigga, how does it feel (Chorus - 2x)When you can't make the pain stopWalking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain dropsWhen your kin people done turned they backEvery family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel[Z-Ro]I could of sworn I wasn't the only person on this earthBut it seems, that I've been one deep ever since the day of my birthI'm sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people thinkI'm tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don't understand24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure outWho was the friend, who was the foes, you know it's bout to drive me crazyMama, tell Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look atThe way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcherCan't I breed in peace, won't y'all leave me aloneLike Makavelli I close my eyes and picture homeBout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sinNo longer watching my back for the retaliationHow does it feel to wish that you was dead, I canAnswer that cause many of nights my pistol's to my headBut I'm so scared, my life, my life, 360 degreesOf being neglected stressing enemies, my nigga, how does it feel(Chorus - 2x)[Z-Ro]How does it feel, when these busters try to take your lifeLord knows I don't want to pull my 45But see I'ma survive, nigga don't make me use my toolGet some of that bomb green from Tom 'fore I lose my coolHow can I make to it to the top I'm like a crab in a bucketIt got me hostile, I see my pistol grab it and bust itNigga get off me, I don't love nan one of y'allI'm coming forward you pen and killing every one of y'allCall me ceaser, get em while they sleeping, I'm grim reapingBust and never saw me coming left him with his blood seepingI'm a soldier, recognize the signs of the timeIt seems it's kill or be killed up in this stony life of mineCan you feel it, when it's hard to rub against a real niggaHow does it feel, to see my blood spill my niggaMy life, my life, feel like I'm running out of timeTill it's over catch me running with my nine, how does it feel(Chorus - 4x)
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