I Know (feat. Billy Cook, Lil’ O, Trae Tha Truth, The Mo City Don, Hawk, SUC & Z-Ro) feat. Billy Cook,Lil’ O,Trae Tha Truth,The Mo City Don,Hawk,SUC,Z-Ro

歌詞

Billy Cook See I know, a thug ain't the way to be And I know, the streets ain't no place for me And I know, these laws got a case for me But who else gon' make a way for me, I know Dear mama, I'm thugging Lil' O Fresh off of lock, and I'm back on the streets And all that's on my mind, is get back on my feet So my stomach and my back, but my back wanna eat And two thousand years for a charge, I make that in a week But the irony of it all, is I know it's a trap And I promised to my mama, that I wouldn't go back So I said I'm getting a job, be honest for stacks But every time they look at my record, and see I sold crack And the minute they see that, they don't show me no pity So that proves, I was getting a good job with the city And I'm so broke, I can't a stripper to show me her titties And I use to have hoes, now they don't wanna fuck with me 'Cause I'm broke and beat down, it's hurting my pride And everyday that goes by, it's like I'm dying inside I'm getting frustrated, to the point I fell out and cried 'Cause when I say I stopped hustling, I knew that I lied Trae Everyday I be thugging, and I'm on my last leg What the fuck I'm gon' do, when I get down on my last bread Selling dope ain't for me, and a 9 to 5 ain't gon' get it neither Me being broke, done got me certified as a block bleeder Deep down I might be wrong, only God can help me to change If you ain't Trae then don't judge me, cause you ain't felt my pain What I'm suppose to tell my son, if I don't get out and get it What I'm suppose to tell my son, if ain't nothing in my kitchen I know to jail I'm headed, and one day I'm gon' regret it It ain't no charging to the game, nigga I got fucked up credit Mama be stressing daily, and I can't watch her suffer So I'm gon' grind all through the night, to try to bo'guard my muscle My life be complicated, everyday and I hate it Consequences I'm facing, if it's my time I take it Cause life itself be wrong, but yet I'm dealing with it Heavenly father if it's a better place, go on and put me in it Z-Ro I know, Z-Ro don't wanna go to the county jail no mo' But I know doing what I be doing, it's either that or the graveyard bro But sometimes a brother really wanna go, 'cause I know my T. Jones in the afterlife I'm trying to keep it on the straight and narrow, but just to survive a nigga might gotta blast tonight To get some cash tonight, that's a distance if unless I got my 4-fifth in my palm Kick it with my nigga Tre Deuce smoking on the sticky green, trying to keep myself from dropping a bomb Shit me and Den we done been friends to enemies, enemies back to friends The root of all evil believe me, people never let you down cause your dividends I know what I'm saying it ain't no time for playing, you can ask my dog Gray-Doe The reason why we let magazines fly, and have to relocate and lay low It's a part of life for a thug nigga and a drug dealer, at the same time I can't blame nobody it's for mama sake, Z-Ro gotta beat some folks to make up for mine One deep for real not because I wanna be, but because of all the shit I done done And I'm so tired I feel like I'm dying, I can't even see myself in a little son I ain't go no seeds ain't nothing but the drank and weed, it's just me till I'm D-E-A-D And I know that the penitentiary ain't for me, but we'll see H.A.W.K. Now you done heard they story, now let me tell you mine Every line in this rhyme, damn near got me crying Lord will I ever shine, or will I lose my mind Why all my partnas dying, or locked up doing time I know the bible said it, I know because I read it I know just where I'm headed, even though I might regret it These streets got a hold of me, but they not controlling me These streets have molded me, to be all I can be That is my destiny, to leave these streets alone That was the boy in me, but now the boy is grown Into a grown man, and now I understand That I'm a black man, and this is God's plan Mama just keep on praying, and feel me when I'm saying I hope you understand, my life's in God's hands I know because of Pat, that you can not relax Therefor I got his back, I gotta get these stacks