Haters Song (Let It Go) (feat. Slimm Chance & Trey D) - Z-Ro

So much struggle and pain, I’m stuck in the game

Can somebody, help me please

I’m so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face

Cause they got, a little cheese

I’ma be on my way, to pay one of these days

Ready to bust, one of these A to the K’s

Can’t even count, how many blunts I blaze

Wetter than Surfside, riding on a wave

Can’t nobody talk about pain like me, and that’s about a god damn shame

Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I’m still in pursuit of my change

I done been through a group, and a solo tape

Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo' cakes

Can’t sell you no crack, but I’ll sell you a track

And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape

Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow

But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin

Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know I’m trying

Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends

Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair

Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there

Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere

So we living our life, like we don’t care

When I’m posted up, I sting like a wasp

Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss

Me and my niggas, use to be thicker than sauce

Now, they don’t even come to the house

I’m drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin

But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family

One deep, I bring the bread in

I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters

We been down too long, y’all can’t hold us down no mo'

This Ms. Slim Chance, I’m go off in the crowd and I make 'em dance

Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand

How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands

They say I’m ready, cause I wreck the flow

Say they got pathetic, won’t let it go

All about the money, gotta get it and go

And if you ain’t spending money, then you out the do'

No time for the games, try stay on my toes

So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go

Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold

Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go

You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game

Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name

Don’t they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs

All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game

24/7, I be wrecking the microphone

And leaving everybody stuck, cause I’m wrecking on every song

And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me

I’m fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam

It’s a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine

Ain’t no more waiting, I’m fin to take what’s mine

I’m a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex

Knocking niggas on rest, to collect my checks

Now what a wonderful world, we living in

The way of life, got a nigga living in sin

All that I wanted, was to make dividends

Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in

And my kin folks, a platinum plaque

We done dominated rap, and y’all know that

And if you didn’t know that, you better let it go

We been down too long, and I’m letting y’all know

You growing balls, steady trying to stand tall

Never do nothing, but crawl

Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-T's

Wannabe’s, and the wanna-be-me's

I really been stilling, my status

There’s never ever, gonna be another me

Gonna take, too much practice

I got too many motherfucking songs, up under the mattress

Situation at hand, these motherfuckers

Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine

Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going

So I read the root, when I grind

Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card

Another one’s, talking down

Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein

But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme

One deep individual, up under God

Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord

But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part

I’m so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling

But they setting up, road blocks

Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked

And all enemies, must be dropped

Fuck it I said it first, and I’mma say it again

I’m in it to win, I’m never gon rest

My 16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address

Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T

Singing off always, R-I-D-G

E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep