Текст (слова) песни: Field Mob f Cee-Lo, T.I. - All I Know

 
[Intro: Cee-Lo] 
It`s 6 O`clock, it`s volume 1 
Yeah, Greg Street`s mixtape 
 
[Verse One: Boondox] 
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 homes; pipes and cans 
So they want they ride candy painted just like the man 
That Veta tryin not to bite his hand 
But they need em to keep em life from they stand 
Every night praying for praying go as far as the ceiling 
Got me feel like I`m (cursed) from this heart that I`m dealing 
And all this liquor hoeing brother 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 to pick and sellin the spur 
From under my feet, lost faith and jump in the street 
Back to serve a rocks dying to the chrome in the heat 
And running with G`s that take it to the block with `em 
Tellin me along with my greens up like pot nickel 
 
[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 Two: Cee-Lo] 
You can clock my consistent and endless 
Efforts up uplift me 
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 step they drawing the chalk round 
Matter-of-factually, I`ll stand alone with no entourage to back me 
GOD is my every existence; exhalation, exactly 
I`ll pimp prophets so profounding labels don`t like 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 strictor, smile through the tribulation and trial 
For sparing me when the devil was daring me 
And scaring me, synonymous for preparing me 
And to my family- the Dungeon Family 
And ya`ll family-- we all family 
And to me health and home and my son Kingston 
My tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun 
(Whaa) 
 
[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 Three: Kalage] 
All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes 
Maan, it`s all for sure 
And could go and when it`s gone- (you alone) 
Runnin up yo cell phone callin GOD for hope 
And who to say that day ain`t all awful close 
And if you ballin playa, it`s only because GOD`s your coach 
And it don`t bout the lies you hold, laws you broke 
Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke 
HE gonna forgive and that`s you; now don`t get me wrong 
I like LL, but GOD da G.O.A.T` 
HE da greatest of all time, if I`m lying I`m blind 
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother) 
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt 
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse 
Sittin some leather from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer 
Worried about sister mom`s and hair 
All along worried bout what sister mom gonna wear 
This ya boy or should they ride the martyr there 
It don`t matter at least that`s the moral there 
In Sunday service with a Bible lie defer the South 
But GOD bless her, we here to thank GOD (hmmmm ahhh) 
And that`s the step inside Holy Church thinkin 
I said step inside his Holy Church thinkin 
We all God`s Property, and not just Kirk Franklin 
 
[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 
 
[T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo] 
 
[Verse Four: T.I.] 
Open my eyes, see the sunrise 
Talkin about memories of G`s got my tongue tied 
Put 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, I hope I find Heaven close to me 
Try to be godly but these haters provokin me 
Pull the shotty want them dead is what my heart say 
My hard head make me learn shit the hard way 
Dodging the fedz ain`t the easy way to live, care 
But nigga do it everyday to make a meal stack 
Your phone tapped, under surveillance, secretly indicted 
Being watched daily, livin shady just to drive a Merdede 
And fucking ladies, who making babies used against you 
Gettin the ??? be the main nigga you be a friend too 
How can begin to explain the pain 
Can you stay in the rain 
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 street up on Westside 
Downtown Atlanta, while we ride some of the best die 
From cocking hammers of these Tec-9s and .45s 
Excuse my grammar; but it`s fucked up how time fly 
It seem like yesterday we play until our days was nights 
And yesterday, I just put flowers at his gravesite and that ain`t right 
 
[Outro: 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
 

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