This Ain’t Livin’ (extended version) (screwed and chopped) Songtext
von Z‐Ro
This Ain’t Livin’ (extended version) (screwed and chopped) Songtext
They don′t give a damn unless you're breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won′t help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin')
They don′t give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to ′em
But when you're rich they see you from afar (this ain′t livin')
If I ain′t throwing money in the club
They show no love for me in the club
Bitches didn't want to ride in my 300
But the love the passenger side in my Bentley on dubs
Why the fuck I gotta ball to be accepted
I′m not a man, I'm a medallion necklace
Say they my homies but I know they probably rob me
And leave a nigga dead somewhere in Texas
Y'all motherfuckers fake
Basing friendships off the money that I make
They come around to eat when your tummy gotta ate
But when I′m doing bad I promise I see not a face
Goddamn right, my nigga these are the praise
Maybe they′ll give a fuck about me when I'm in the grave
Sometime I′d rather be doin' time in the State
At least I know what I′m up against behind the gates, yeah
They don't give a damn unless you′re breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won't help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin′)
They don′t give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to 'em
But when you′re rich they see you from afar (this ain't livin′)
Baby mommas got my daughter seein' 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" and "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 woulda left me alone
Sometime I be like, "Lord I'm ready, you can call me home"
Cant take it here no more, I would rather be gone
Y′all motherfuckers fake
Basing friendships of the money that I make
They come around to eat when your tommy got a ache
But when I'm doing bad I promise I see not a face
Goddamn right my nigga these are the praise
Maybe them give a fuck about me when I′m in the grave
Sometime I'd rather be doin′ time in the State
At least I know what I'm up against behind the gates (yeah)
They don't give a damn unless you′re breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won′t help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin′)
They don't give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to ′em
But when you're rich they see you from afar (this ain′t livin')
Same nigga used to drive a fixed up Fleetwood
Today his shoes don't even cover his feet good
A nice neighbourhood to a spot under the freeway
It′s hard to ball but to fall off is so easy
When you′re doing good, it's so many people down with you
Even when you′re 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 the Z-RO shit, my name Joseph Vey, 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 I'm fucked up hard about, it ain′t gon' never change, nigga
They don't give a damn unless you′re breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won′t help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin′)
They don't give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to ′em
But when you're rich they see you from afar (this ain′t livin')
They won′t help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin')
They don′t give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to ′em
But when you're rich they see you from afar (this ain′t livin')
If I ain′t throwing money in the club
They show no love for me in the club
Bitches didn't want to ride in my 300
But the love the passenger side in my Bentley on dubs
Why the fuck I gotta ball to be accepted
I′m not a man, I'm a medallion necklace
Say they my homies but I know they probably rob me
And leave a nigga dead somewhere in Texas
Y'all motherfuckers fake
Basing friendships off the money that I make
They come around to eat when your tummy gotta ate
But when I′m doing bad I promise I see not a face
Goddamn right, my nigga these are the praise
Maybe they′ll give a fuck about me when I'm in the grave
Sometime I′d rather be doin' time in the State
At least I know what I′m up against behind the gates, yeah
They don't give a damn unless you′re breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won't help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin′)
They don′t give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to 'em
But when you′re rich they see you from afar (this ain't livin′)
Baby mommas got my daughter seein' 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" and "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 woulda left me alone
Sometime I be like, "Lord I'm ready, you can call me home"
Cant take it here no more, I would rather be gone
Y′all motherfuckers fake
Basing friendships of the money that I make
They come around to eat when your tommy got a ache
But when I'm doing bad I promise I see not a face
Goddamn right my nigga these are the praise
Maybe them give a fuck about me when I′m in the grave
Sometime I'd rather be doin′ time in the State
At least I know what I'm up against behind the gates (yeah)
They don't give a damn unless you′re breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won′t help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin′)
They don't give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to ′em
But when you're rich they see you from afar (this ain′t livin')
Same nigga used to drive a fixed up Fleetwood
Today his shoes don't even cover his feet good
A nice neighbourhood to a spot under the freeway
It′s hard to ball but to fall off is so easy
When you′re doing good, it's so many people down with you
Even when you′re 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 the Z-RO shit, my name Joseph Vey, 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 I'm fucked up hard about, it ain′t gon' never change, nigga
They don't give a damn unless you′re breaking your back for them (yeah)
They won′t help you out the situations you in (yeah)
They act like they a shoulder to lean on
They listen to your problems and they grin (this ain't livin′)
They don't give a damn about you when you drive a regular car (yeah)
But when you in that Bentley then they care who you are (yeah)
When you broke they can see you standing next to ′em
But when you're rich they see you from afar (this ain′t livin')
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