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| Song: | Eyez On Da Prize |
| Album: | Heroin | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
| Year: | 2010 |
Length: | 280 sec |
Lyrics:
How much longer do I have to suffer? 'Cause I can recall being told that it would get greater later but it keeps on gettin' rougher Dealin' with devilish dudes on a day-to-day basis But if a nigga don't deal with 'em, how ever the fuck am I to make some cranking faces? I gotta do what I gotta do to maintain I'm gettin' sued, about to do some time Plus my whole family left me cause I'm insane Pain, Mary Jane ain't even relaxin' the strain Sometime I think about blowin' out my motherfuckin' brain After the rain it ain't no sun, at least not where I come from Every day be gloomy and grey Still I try to hold my head up but I'm so fed up Everything I'm in love with is a weight Guess I'm back on my own again Gotta get used to bein' at home alone Nigga, no water, no light, no phone I'm sittin' all day dreamin' about bein' gone Young nigga keep your eyes on da prize If you focus on your goals you just might reach 'em before you die Take your pressures and your pains and just let go and let God Maybe he can kick it wit' you when the time get hard You know, I wouldn't tell you nothin' that would hurt ya Just tryin' to give some game so you won't run into a murder So take your pressures and your pains and just let go and let God Maybe he can kick it wit' ya when the times get hard Everyday is a constant grind, a nigga don't never be gettin' no rest 24/7 about my fede and if it's necessary a block get swept Z-RO is a neat freak, and there's to many moutherfuckin' dirty rats in this game I'm all about my furtone, I wouldn't give a fuck about da fame But everyone keep on yellin' out my name I'm a drug addict, just tryin' to hold on to my sanity, losin' my grip Smokin' on dose wit' da weed and da Codeine, so fucked up I can't understand shit All I know is I got my motherfuckin' pistol to protect me 'Cause on a constant basis fools be tryin' to wet me Even still I turn to da Bible and I'm hopin' in da righteous path could direct me Before strays fuck around and do more than graze, and dissect me I'm livin' this thug life and I can't make it no clearer Unlike these feminine fellas, dat practice mean muggin' in the mirror You ain't no gangsta, nigga, you a bitch, but Z-RO be out on da block Lookin' for Luda lil' jewelries, livin wit' lavish habits 'til I get it can't stop I'ma be on my own, my friend, tryin' to deal wit' life So I'ma handle my business to be a big man Motherfuck crackin' up, I gotta keep my mind straight to get paid Bitch, I gotta get a grip Young nigga keep your eyes on da prize If you focus on your goals you just might reach 'em before you die Take your pressures and your pains and just let go and let God Maybe he can kick it wit' you when the time get hard You know, I wouldn't tell you nothin' that would hurt ya Just tryin' to give some game so you won't run into a murder So take your pressures and your pains and just let go and let God Maybe he can kick it wit' ya when the time get hard Lately I've been thinkin' While I'm smokin' and I'm drinkin' Why do I go through everything a person can go through? And lately I've been hurtin' 'Cause I'm smothered by my burdens There ain't nothing I can do except let go and let you do what you do Let me touch da hem of your garmet 'Cause I promise, my life is a target And I don't know which way to go Unless I'm on my way to the weed house or the liquor store Young nigga keep your eyes on da prize If you focus on your goals you just might reach 'em before you die Take your pressures and your pains and just let go and let God Maybe he can kick it wit' you when the time get hard You know, I wouldn't tell you nothin' that would hurt ya Just tryin' to give some game so you won't run into a murder So take your pressures and your pains and just let go and let God Maybe he can kick it wit' ya when the time get hard
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