Gonna Get Easier lyrics

(*talking*)
This that boy San Anton', better known to y'all
In S.A. as c*cked Strong, giving you something
To ride and get high to, I'm chilling in the studio
With H-Town's finest, a n*gga they call Z-Ro
So go on and bump this sh*t, and to all you
n*ggas who I done jacked, in the game
f*ck y'all I got my beams on your ass, right

[Z-Ro]
Everytime you see me, I'm a different n*gga
But don't worry about my aim, I'm consistently accurate with the trigger
My n*gga, don't count your chickens 'fore they hatch
If you owe me some feddy you better pay me, I'm ignant about my scratch
I don't trust nan n*gga, cause nothing but hate they be sending me
Can't determine my friends, from my enemies
I done had partnas that didn't help me, when my life was on the line
Talking about hitting me right back, I'm trying to knock this b*tch down
Putting pus*y before your partna, is disrespecting the game
Wonder why you broke, and them titty bars be collecting your change
Trick, n*gga with all these b*tch n*ggas are made to bleed
Snitching giving me another reason, to blaze the weed
And I don't wanna do another killing, another bid
They've been trying to give me the crack, since I was a kid
But I remain calm, pill popping smoking and leaning
If I wasn't high, I'd leave these n*ggas choking and screaming
[Hook: Papa Reu - 2x]
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter

[Z-Ro]
I keep my middle finger, pointed out at all times
Lyrically abuse somebody in all rhymes, indodging in felonious to the small crime
Everybody, wanna do a song with Ro
Why none of these n*ggas don't wanna get down, on a couple of zones with Ro
f*ck rapping, I need some right now money it's getting crucial
I'll be jacking, for some right now money
n*ggas ain't ready, for the episodes that I supply
PCP influenced, I'm relentless n*gga you can die
f*ck all these n*ggas and these white folks, I'm all alone
No friends, cause in the f*cking end a n*gga dies all alone
About to meet my maker, I hope my life is right
But it's hard to focus, when killers try to murder me every night
I guess this life is really hard now, fiending for the day that this war stops
Pulling my pistol, everytime a car stops
Live by the sword die by the sword, n*gga my time is borrowed
I paint this, for another tomorrow

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I'm crucified by the media because I'm loved by the public
Even though I'm rated number one keep your thumbs up and shove it
They said I'm trying to sound like Pac is my confession to that
b*tch I can't help it if I sound similar when I be stressing the fact
See I'm gone scream it cause I mean it anything less ain't excepted
The fact that I'm dark and I'm restless is no resort of living reckless
Rest in peace to my n*ggas that got caught up in the struggle
But I'm showing love to the n*ggas that don't want to see me bubble
But I take that back, f*ck you, I made it to the top ten on my own
And every b*tch in every city is singing my song
Imagine that I use to sleep on a corner
Even in year two triple O, f*ck working I'm selling marijuana
Pulling the bull up over my eyes you just can never tell
But I know if I'm faking I try to rap now one of tapes gone sell
I perfected being real, by staying true to myself
Now suicide is something, I don't want to do to myself I'm real
(*talking*)
Year two tripple O, Z-Ro, the new motherf*cking don
Feel that, my n*gga c*cked Strong from Sinner Tone
Day one my n*gga, knowI'msaying
We gone put it down

[Hook - 2x]