This Ain’t Livin lyrics

by

Z-Ro


[Hook]
They don’t give a damn, unless you’re breaking your back for them
They won’t help you out the situations you in
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems then they grin
This ain’t livin
They don’t give a damn about you when you drive a regular car
Then when you in that Bentley then they care who you are
When you broke they can’t see you standing next to them
But when you rich they see you from afar
This ain’t livin

[Verse 1]
If I ain’t throwing money in the club
They show no love for me in the club
b*tches didn’t wanna ride my 300
But they love the passenger side in my Bentley on dub
Why the f*ck I gotta ball to be accepted
I’m not a man, I’m a medallion at a necklace
Say they my homies but I know they’d probably rob me
And leave a n*gga dead somewhere in Texas
Y’all motherf*ckers fake, facing friendships off the money that I make
You come around and eat when your tummy got an ache
But when I’m doing bad I promise I see not a face
God damn right, my n*gga, these are the prays
Maybe they’ll give a f*ck about me when I’m in my grave
Sometimes I’d rather be doing time in the states
At least I know what I’m up against behind the gates, yeah
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Baby mama’s got my daughter seeing green
I’m not even a father, I’m an atm machine
They never call me to see how I’m doing
It’s just “we need this, we need that”
I wish I could let it ring
Sometime I wish I never wrote my first song
They wouldn’t know who I was and they would have left me alone
Sometimes I be like lord I’m ready, you can call me home
Can’t take it here no more, I would rather be gone
Y’all motherf*ckers fake, facing friendships off the money that I make
You come around and eat when your tummy got an ache
But when I’m doing bad I promise I see not a face
God damn right, my n*gga, these are the prays
Maybe they’ll give a f*ck about me when I’m in my grave
Sometimes I’d rather be doing time in the states
At least I know what I’m up against behind the gates, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Same n*gga used to ride a fixed up Fleetwood
Today, his shoes don’t even cover his feet good
A nice neighborhood to a spot under the freeway
It’s hard to ball but to the fall off it’s so easy
When you doing good, it’s so many people down with you
Even when you doing nothing, they just hang around with you
But let the lights go off and the water stop running
Visits turn to phone calls and the phone calls stop coming
f*ck this Z-Ro sh*t, my name Joseph Wayne n*gga
But if I wasn't Z-Ro, would they give a f*ck if I came n*gga
All the bullsh*t I go through, I guess I’m who to blame n*gga
And the f*cked up part about it, ain’t gonna never change n*gga
[Hook]
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