Z-Ro - Maintain LYRICS

f/ Hawk



[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 niggas you bust you fuck around get lost

Better not set trip, fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 bitch 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, nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga Z-Ro

Over money I lose sleep, sell work, fuck 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Press hard on tablet sheets, everything else is obsolete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 shit for P-A-T

Must keep a leather head, for all my partners let's make em spread

Me and my niggas 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)