Z-ro - || many n***as lyrics

When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin salt All I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault Now from selling crack on the corner I'm tryna do it legal But I guess it ain't no pleasin my people cause everything I do Feel like somebody tellin me I want suceed But I'm a millionaire and I owe it all to the hatred I recieved Motherf**ers that use to be down, ain't down no mo' My true partners just can't be found no mo' There fore my motto is 'f** Friends'-my only dogg is Benjamin Franklin Tryna take him away from me you gon' wind up stankin' I gotta family to feed so currencies what I need But the people I break bread with would rather see me bleed Tryna take all of my fortune but my fame is forever And S.U.C I'm a claim it forever and I'm still down with the yella So f** all of these b**hes and b**h a** fella's And f** a 4, it's a PT, Glock 50, foes is jealous n***a [Hook: Z-Ro] 2 many n***as tryna take me off of my game (take me off of my game) A n***a from the hood did a lil sum good Now they all wanna jock my fame (all wanna jock my fame) When I'm comin down in my foreign And I'm rollin one-deep that should tell ya about me (S.U.C.) I don't give a damn about none of you hoes I blast on site cause I ain't trippin no more [Verse 2: Z-Ro] As soon as them eyes close it's over and that's that Cause when they murdered my partner he didn't get to blast back Is that the price to pay just to have nice things? And it's my life in danger because I have ice mayne It's ashame can't even sport our j**erly like we wanna Cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us Catchin pistol case, after pistol case, ridin dirty Mr. Officer I'm not a k**er just wanna see thirty Cause boys be against me when I roll alone A clip full of demon repellents when I'm holdin on I'm tryna make it, with this gangsta sh** I ain't gon' fake it Anything a n***a earned, I'll be damned if a n***a take it Now days the ghetto version of Spundalay A n***a will run up in ya residents with the undelay, cold hearted Just to get they fetti, bustin brains for a living Disrespecting God's children b**h you made for a prison [Hook] [Verse 3: Z-Ro] Too many motherf**ers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate And I don't give a f** about nothin' f**-a-n***a, f**-a-b**h let me get that straight Ain't no love I'm not ya blood or ya cuz n***a, b**h I'm a loner I'm a a**hole by nature you can get with that, or leave it at this b**h The only company I need is weed And since I'm nervous by nature I'm a make you bleed indeed I trust nothing-if I get a funny feeling I'm gon' be bustin' Plus if my blood rushing it'll be more then a concussion From my hitch I see these red dots gonna cover you're brain n***a I got problems I can't cope-with murder scene to keep me sane One love, to my n***a Moe, and one love to my n***a Redd And one love, to my mothaf**in bread I'm a get that!