Field Mob, T.I., CeeLo Green - All I Know lyrics

It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape

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 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

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)
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

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 GOAT'
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
Sister Samantha from Atlanta, can't even
Much finish her prayer
Worried about what Sister Martha wear
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 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

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
Your enemy 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

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