All I Know (feat. Field Mob, Cee-Lo & Jazze Pha)

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 can want they ride candy paint just like the man

That feed 'em, tryin' not to bite his hand

But they need 'em to keep 'em from life where they stand

Every night prayin', but prayers go as far as the ceiling

Got me feel like I'm (Cursed) from this heart that I'm dealin'

And all this liquor hoein', rubber and goose-neckin'

That I do but don't want to, got me losin' blessings

God said He'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)

But in it to pick and sellin' spurs

(From under my feet), Lost faith and jump in the street

Back to servin' rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the heat

And runnin' with G's, dedicated to the block with 'em

Tellin' me along when my greens were up like pot nickel

Well, all I know that I done been down this road before

It ain't the first time, won't be the last

I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's time to admit I need some help

Still livin' with my mama, 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 tryin' to stop the next step that they draw the chalk ground

Matter-of-factly, I'll stand alone with no entourage to back me

God is my every existence, exhalation, exactly

I pimp prophets so profoundly, 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 strictor, smile through the tribulation and trial

For sparin' me when the devil was darin' me

And scarin' me, synonymous for preparin' 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

Well, all I know that I done been down this road before

It ain't the first time, won't be the last

I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's time to admit I need some help

Still livin' with my mama, 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

Man, it's all for show

It all could go and when it's gone (You alone)

Runnin' up your soul phone callin' God for

And who to say that that day ain't awful close?

And if you ballin', playa, it's only 'cause God's your coach

And it don't 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke

Things ya drank, dank and cigars you smoke

He gon' forgive ya and that's why, now don't get me wrong

I like LL, but God's the goat

He the greatest of all time, if I'm lyin', I'm blind

Can I get a Amen? (Amen, brother)

Brother, we got to stop, we got to stop doin' dirt

Comin' to church with the devil tucked in your purse

Sister Samantha from Atlanta, can't even much finish her prayer

Worried about Sister Martha hair

Always worried 'bout what Sister Martha wear

Did she walk or did she 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

And that's the step inside His Holy Church thinkin'

I say, step inside His Holy Church thinkin'

We all God's Property, and not just Kirk Franklin

Well, all I know that I done been down this road before

It ain't the first time, won't be the last

I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast

It's time to admit I need some help

Still livin' with my mama, can't feed myself

Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay

It's about who pray