Z-ro - Walking Hard lyrics

[Verse 1] Well... I used to f** with jack to get that candy spray Now its third coast customs 80 and candy jays I be rollin hard till ain't no more meat on the tires Till its time to go to Rollos and buy some more fo fo's for the lo lo The chrome on the swangers look like gla** its so glossy Makin ???? when you raise up off me I know you wanna take a couple of pictures in from of my ride Handle your business little momma ill be inside Ain't no love, but we can make love However you want it you can get it that way But your still ain't nothin but a ???? And as for me, you might think im nuts Cause whats important to you ain't as important to me I guess i really dont give a f**! [Chrorus] Ive come so far when i turn around i just see foot steps baby Ive been walking hard, walking hard... And even though most of my steps where bad still made a few good steps baby Its all apart of walking hard, walking hard... [Verse 2] Please... Respect my mind.. Ive got the mentality, of a mo city n***a If im not sleepin im on my grind Peace, that would be nice But my reality is me against the world Dont nobody want me to live my life First they catch the fish for you Then they teach you how to fish Once you learn how to do it they won't let you come back to the fishing hole Unless you willing to give up half of what you catch If not the game warden will confiscate the whole net But me im an outlaw, going against the powers that be Thats what Joseph Wayne McVey is about yall And when they lay me in my hole They gone say that was a man right there I put that on my soul [Chrorus] [Verse 3] Who can you trust, when everybody around you is somebody you can't trust Cause these b**hes just want my dick, TDC just want my freedom My enemies just want my money cause they got children and they can't afford to feed em Who can you trust, when everybody around you is somebody you can't trust Most likely to be the weed man, cause seem like hes the realist one to me man Cause 730 bags later still ain't so seeds mann I know you wonder why i ain't say the drank mann Cause a couple of times that sh** wasn't even much no drank man That was slime in the ice machine Dont you know people put that sh** in there body, that ain't right to me Everybody wanna know if im still beefin with Trae, Nope Hes just doin him and im doin Joseph McVey Ya that used to be my n***a used to be my ace But now my n***a is that magnum i keep in my waist [Chrorus]