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z ro – joy lyrics

i think i done fell in love, with my d-mn self
i’m the only one i’m thinking of, n-body else
they say they love me but i don’t give a f-ck (my people just want my wealth)
h-ll nah, cause when i was f-cked up my people didn’t give me no help
now that a brother’s balling hard, foes done turned to friends
i can see straight through that camouflage, still a hoe within
that’s the reason i put my trust in god, i never put trust in men
if they f-ck over you once they gone do it again and again and again
my biological father didn’t teach me a lot i had to learn sh-t on my own
thanks to the heavenly father i ain’t worried about nothing got a lot of money on my phone
i’m just a thankful god fearing gangsta mane, thank you for easing a gangstas pain

i’m so thankful i’ve got joy joy joy joy joy
i’m so thankful i’ve got joy joy joy joy joy
i said i’m so thankful i’ve got joy joy joy joy joy
and i’m so thankful i’ve got joy joy joy joy joy
cause it ain’t no more pain pain pain pain pain
i said it ain’t no more pain pain pain pain pain
and i’m so thankful i’ve got joy joy joy joy joy
and i’m so thankful i’ve got joy joy joy joy joy

wing dinners and corduroys and turtle necks that’s what i come from
no fancy clothes i couldn’t talk to hoes that’s the way it goes when you got nothing
they was laughing at me but i still was happy trying to ask my daddy am i your son
if i am can i get a little love instead of ignoring me like i’m a scrub
all my haters was talking down, entertained by my misfortune
same n-gg- they was laughing at the same n-gg- driving bentleys and porsches
hallways and [?] elevators and sh-t ain’t no more porches
money by the ton i donate my haters all my 1’s
my biological father didn’t teach me a lot i had to learn sh-t on my own
thanks to the heavenly father i ain’t worried about nothing got a lot of money on my phone
i’m just a thankful god fearing gangsta mane, thank you for easing a gangstas pain

everyday the attorney general be trying to serve me and sh-t
the queen will call [?], you gone need medical attention like emergency b-tch
and f-ck a manslaughter i want murder, on some first degree sh-t
what you try to get from me in one year, that’s just a purse to me b-tch
mother f-ckers try to steal my joy but they can’t though, might as well try to steal my bank roll
i’m a gangsta but i roll with god though, so when i say church call me sainte ro
i love my life i wouldn’t trade it, even with these obstacles i still made it
even gave a club dj my new cd didn’t even pay the n-gg- but he still played it (boss)
h-ll nah i can’t complain, too many problems to, too many diamonds mane
i’ve been counting money so long my hand got a cramp my people think i’m insane
cause i’m smiling big for no reason even though it’s raining outside
king of the ghetto i could buy a pair of jordan’s for everybody on the southside

- z ro lyrics

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