[Intro: Z] FiringSquad We are savage Keep going I'm good Aye This all I got [Verse 1: Z] If I let you go you'll probably fly away You the breath I hold so don't ask again (ask again) If you let me die then I'm positive my ghost'll watch you fuck if you find love again (love again) I'm drunk again, but the kids asleep But they old enough, they know I'm off my rim (they know that shit) I'd die for you I'd die for them You gotta understand y'all the life I live (y'all the life I live, get that) Fuck I'm gone, I'm on my hypodermic Cause I don't need a L, cause I'm on E again (E again) Should be going wrong when this fire burning But I don't put it out, I keep a swisher split (swisher split) Where the booth at? Cause fuck I'm stressed But that's the problem all my time is spent (time is spent) Cause every time some shit goes wrong in this rap game I take it out on them (take it out on them) Shit fucking with my family when I'm doing it for them So how the fuck I'm supposed to manage? Cause I can't (can't) Cause all I wanna do is act a beast up on the mic, I'm finna hit the stage and rep it for the Brain (Brain) Come home and kick it with my kids (kids) Whatever they want I'mma spend (spend) I just wanna lay down with my bitch (bitch) But I'm just right back up doing this Bet It's FiringSquad to the death (bitch) P block repped till I'm breathless But every once a while I need a moment for my child so my son don't wonder why then my daughter know that's it Fucking on my bitch every chance that I get cause I might hit the water Push it off of a cliff That's why I make up for the time that I miss Cause that's all that I got but since my fam I'mma spit (Let's go) [Chorus: Z] Somebody tell me where my kids is at Cause I can't see 'em while I'm touring on this road Somebody tell me where my bitch is at Cause she mad and won't pick up the phone Cause I'm a artist Cause I'm a artist (that's all I am) Cause I'm a artist (you get that shit) Cause I'm a artist This shit's the hardest [Verse 2: Z] Been giving all my life to this microphone now But shit I got so busy I don't like my phone now Who else I fucking wrote though I'm hype for dough now So I don't got a choice, this is all I know how See my girl want a second but I'm leaving in a second so I gotta put her second (I don't mean to) Feel like I'm fucking up a record when we put together stepping but I gotta bring this bread in (fuck) Fuck I'm confused and halfway done too With all we gone through and no cash to run to Then why they change now, cause bucks amongst us Man I don't want these groupies, bitch I fucking love you But I gotta go for this pot of gold and our kids dreams (I'mma get this) I'mma give 'em Z and make history And when I come home I hope you're there for me (I hope so) Cause I don't think they understand I'm more than a hundred Even I've blooded it I'm buzzing I could paper-mate Trynna give my family all the time that I have But the time that I have thin, this paper's made (god damn) Better luck resting with a razor blade (ugh) I ain't deny what you crying, just embrace the fame Cause this our lane And where we at, wants to kill the beat so let's just ride the train Brain [Bridge: Z] This is all I fucking got Y'all don't understand Whether I want to say I'm a motherfucking artist That's it Brain [Chorus: Z] Somebody tell me where my kids is at Cause I can't see 'em while I'm touring on this road (on god) Somebody tell me where my bitch is at Cause she mad and won't pick up the phone (damn) Cause I'm a artist (that's all I can be) Cause I'm a artist (y'all don't understand, this is all I fucking got) Cause I'm a artist (if this don't work, I'll be a fucking bum) Cause I'm a artist This shit's the hardest [Outro: Z] This is FiringSquad Brainsick That's me That's the fucking definition of Z I've been doing this motherfucking shit since I was about 12 years old And at the end of the fucking day if it don't make no money I'm a fucking bum I have nothing to give my kids If this verse don't sell If these CDs don't sell If this T-shirt with my ugly fucking face don't sell I'm a fucking bum This shit the hardest shit in the world If you ain't got talent, leave
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