Happy Alone - Z-Ro

I know they don’t, give a fuck about me

I promise, I’ll be happy alone

Whether you see me on TV, or these streets

My attitude, is leave me the fuck alone

I know they don’t, give a fuck about me

I promise, I’ll be happy alone

Whether you see me on TV, or these streets

I’m not a rapper homie, I’m just a G

How the fuck can they love me

If they out there in the streets, talking dooown mayn

How they fuck can they love me

If they look at my money, like it’s not miiiiine yeah yeah

Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules

If I owe ya I’m gon' get ya, might be ten years due

Guarantee it’ll be a visit, if you fuck with my food

Smile in my face and stab me in my back, that’s what busters do

Me, I go it alone what the fuck is a crew

A bunch of people, that want me to do what they want me to do

I don’t take orders, if anythang I’ma give them bitches

You must of thought by having my child, you guaranteed to get riches

Shit I told you last album, to go on 'head and file on me

Hate me so bad, I know it hurt ya to see a smile on me

Bitch I’m a boss, you trying to talk to me like I’m a trick

One hundred and twenty thousand a month, I guess I am that bitch

Trying to make it to heaven, is hard as hell

They out to get me baby mamas, and my boys as well

They say they love me but do they love me, it’s hard to tell

They love his freedom, but forget him when their boy’s in jail

I was driving, but the shit was where the passenger ride

So now-a-days it ain’t nobody, on my passenger side

Eating bullshit, wearing white and passing the time

I swear it wasn’t no cotton, up in that mattress of mine

So use to mean mugging, I swear I gotta practice to smile

But I got that Hercules hustle, you can’t challenge my grind

My partnas had money, but got mad when I had to get mine

That’s why I took the time to tell em, to kiss my ass in this rhyme

They said I didn’t even rap good enough, to go get a stack

But now I’m headlining a long way, from the opening act

They wanted to burn my dreams, I still smell the smoke in the back

Even if they kill me I’ll come back homie, to go and get that that’s right

White boy Jimmy, he the reaslest nigga I know

It’s because of him I’m walking the streets a free man, and I appreciate that

bro

God damn, I don’t wanna go to prison no mo'

Beside T. Ferris and bitches, don’t nobody visit no mo'

I’m not complaining my nigga, just saying how it is

They say it’s lonely at the top, I guess that’s how it is

I swear I ain’t seen nobody, in the last thirty days

Ro must of fell off, that’s what them haters that can’t stand me say

But I ain’t never been a bitch, don’t know how to be a hoe

Only thang I know how to do, is collect that dough

If you owe me money, pay me on time

And 7 tre fo' 2−4, death before dishonor on mine

Me be a punk, I would have to leave this world for that

Matter fact, my mama could of had a girl for that

I’m cool as a popsicle, in the freezer in the winter time

But I’m a damn fool, and I have about respect so give me mine