Field Mob

Field Mob - All I Know lyrics

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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 Keith Stun

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 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

Sista Samantha from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer

Worried about sister Martha's hair

Always worried 'bout what sister Martha wear

Did she walk or did she ride the Martha there

It don't matter at least sister Martha there

In Sunday service with a Bible lighter form tha 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

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

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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