This Ain't Livin

[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 Bitches didn’t wanna ride my 300 But they love the passenger side in my Bentley on dub Why the fuck 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 nigga dead somewhere in Texas Y’all motherfuckers 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 nigga, these are the prays Maybe they’ll give a fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 nigga, these are the prays Maybe they’ll give a fuck 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 nigga 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 Fuck this Z-Ro shit, my name Joseph Wayne nigga But if I wasn't Z-Ro, would they give a fuck if I came nigga All the bullshit I go through, I guess I’m who to blame nigga And the fucked up part about it, ain’t gonna never change nigga [Hook]