All I Know

[Intro: Cee-Lo] It's 6 O'clock, it's Volume 1 Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape [Verse 1: Smoke aka Boondox Blax] Uh! Uh! I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters By keepin' dust up noses and 'caine on pipes and cans So they can one day ride candy painted, just like the man That feed 'em, tryin' not to bite his hand But they need him, to keep him some life for their span Every night praying, but prayers go as far as the ceiling Got me feel like I'm cursed from all this hard that I'm dealing And all of this liquor, hoeing, rubber and goose-neckin' That I do, but I don't want to, got me losing blessings God said He'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did!) But in it, the pick of Satan spurs From under my feet, lost faith, and jump in the streets Back to serve a rocks, dying to the chrome and the heat And running with G's dedicated to the block Wit' em tellin' me, along with my greens, we're up like pot liver [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Well, all I know That I'd been down this road before It ain't the first time, won't be the last I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast It's time to admit I need some help Still living with my momma, can't feed myself Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay It's about who pray [Verse 2: Cee-Lo] You can clock my consistent and endless efforts of upliftment Trees and branches catch draft When I'm choppin' down a path to walk down Actually don't even know how talk sound I'm trying to stop the next death that they drawing the chalk round Matter-of-fact'ly, I'll stand alone with no entourage to back me God is my every existent exhalation, exactly I pimp profits so profoundly that labels won't like to contract me I'm one of a kind, they gotta find a satellite to contact me Let us bow, I thank the almighty God for right now For the strength to smile through the tribulation and trial For sparing me, when the Devil was daring me And scaring me, synonymous with preparing me And to my family, the Dungeon Family And ya'll family – we all family And to my health and my home and my son Kingston My tongue is my gun, revolution's already begun (Raw!) [Chorus: Cee-Lo] Yeah, all I know That I'd been down this road before It ain't the first time, won't be the last I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast It's time to admit I need some help Still living with my momma, can't feed myself Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay It's about who pray [Verse 3: Shawn J aka Kalage] All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes Man – it's all for show! It all could go And when it's gone... you alone! Runnin' up yo' soul phone, callin' God for – hope Who to say that day ain't awful close? And if you're ballin', playa, it's only 'cause God's your coach And it don't matter 'bout the lies you told, laws you broke Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke He gon' forgive ya, and that's why – Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God da GOAT He da Greatest Of All Time, if I'm lying I'm flying Can I get an "amen"? (Amen, brother!) But we got to stop, we got to stop doin' dirt Coming to Church with a Devil tucked in your purse Sister Samantha from Atlanta, can't much finish a prayer Worried about her Sister Martha hair Always worried 'bout what Sister Martha wear Did she walk, or did she ride the MARTA there? It don't matter! At least Sister Martha there! In Sunday service with a Bible, light of Earth, the son of God Bless her, we here to thank God If thou shall step inside His holy church stankin' I say, step inside His holy church stankin' We all God's Property, not just Kirk Franklin [Chorus: Cee-Lo] All I know That I'd been down this road before It ain't the first time, won't be the last I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast It's time to admit I need some help Still living with my momma, can't feed myself Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay It's about who pray [Interlude: {*T.I. & Greg Street convo*}] [Verse 4: T.I.] Open my eyes, see the sunrise Talkin' about memories of G's, got my tongue tied Pour out some Henn for my friend, why the good die? But 'til the end, I'm in the wind, where the slug fly Pray for my sins, hope I find Heaven close to me Try to be godly, but these haters keep provokin' me Done pulled my shotty, want 'em dead is what my heart say My hard head make me learn shit the hard way Dodging the Feds ain't the easy way to live, cat But niggas do it everyday to make a mill' stack Your phone tapped, under surveillance, secretly indicted Being watched daily, living shady Just to drive a Merdedes and fucking ladies Who's making babies used against you Your enemy be the main nigga you be a friend to How do I begin to explain the pain? Can you stand the rain? It used to be a simple thing, but the game done changed Now slanging 'caine is a lifestyle Risking your freedom, just to ball for a short while Gettin' buckwild on the streets, on the Westside Down in Atlanta, when we ride, some of the best die From cocking hammers of these TEC-9s and .45's Excuse my grammar, but it's fucked up how time fly It seemed like yesterday we'd play 'til our days was nights And yesterday, I just put flowers at his gravesite And that ain't right [Outro: Shawn J aka Kalage] All I know Is I'd been down this road before! This ain't the first time, won't be the last I gotta slow down, 'cause I'm living too fast It's time to admit I need some help Still living with my momma, can't feed myself Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay It's about who pray