That he is me (he is me) Like Jesus, if I could be like Jesus (I wanna be, I wanna be like Jesus) yeeah [Black Mike] If I could avoid the sleepless nights, and be like
Fordítás: Z-Ro. Mint Jézus.
he is me (he is me) Like Jesus, if I could be like Jesus (I wanna be, I wanna be like Jesus) yeeah [Black Mike] If I could avoid the sleepless nights, and be like
Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga please [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Yeah, much love to everybody doin time Up in {?} state jail, you dig Seem like
'fore you die So I'm focusing just like you, cause I'm just like you Nothing greater or nothing less, I'm just like you [Hook]
ambitions I'm nice and precise, hard like rock You shook like dice and pop like glock All my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo Witness this nigga ro, trigga
to this, just keep god first in your life, even when you feel like he ain't blessin it, If you get mad like I get mad, then you be agged like everyday
't cuttin up in class, I had money on my mind, visualizing a muthafuckin come up, ready to get up and grind! Chasing paper like a muthafucker, me and buddy Ro
lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in
but to keep my head right Got my name in candy blue letters, between my headlights Z-Ro the Crooked the Mo City Don, he's all about bread right [Z-Ro
mind, and end up like this Cause all I think is murder, realizing I'm going crazy Wait till they get a load of me, it's fuck everybody lately [Z-Ro:]
it 'fore you die So I'm focusing just like you, cause I'm just like you Nothing greater or nothing less, I'm just like you [Hook]
(feat. Big T) [Hook x4:] I wanna be, a baller please But the bitches and the liquor, keep on calling me [Z-Ro:] I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still
knees Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga please [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Yeah, much love to everybody doin time Up in {?} state jail, you dig Seem like
rap game Cuz my people step on me like I'ma flow mad fame [Z-ro:] I'm used to mother organizations, and locs of my own Evaporate like brillo, when fiends
[Z-Ro] Of course I'm thankful for another day, my Lord I can't lie But everytime I wake up, seem like one of my people gotta die Anthrax poisoning, Hussein
in the ground, (in the ground) Soldiers, united for the cash This is the battlefield (battlefield) So all that bumping gums, and talking down That shit'll get you killed (get you killed) [Z-Ro
