Mistah FAB

Mistah FAB - I Know Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Shit, if you ever been stuck at the bottom money gang,

do you know about your mama and just smoking on cane

do you know about your daddy do ain't even know his name,

yeah you just know his name, but that's the only thing

man couldn't recognize this frame,

couldn't recognize this face, if you ..for no bitches,

you ain't never heard his voice,

man it's hard in the game when your brother up and chill

and he writing letters in this field like he writes in hell,

'cause you're feeling fucking flame from the letter that you get,

when it tell you that you gotta eat the same water that this shit

gotta drink the same water that he shit,

gotta eat the same shit that the water come above of them,

made up in this bitch, you see you glowin to a public room,

that's how I'm living in this probably soon,

then say you nigga dying well it's probably soon,

they say the world end it well holly doom,

on fuck it ain't no holidays zippin the hood,

'cause they nigga gettin killed, that's all bowl nigga thought is all good

we grew up on the north side, posted by the course side,

we grew up right there, what a road she shit the flow and ride,

nigga shit the flow and high, late night, late night

living in the game, ain't no cable on fake right, text flight

take might they might hate right,

but we give a f*ck 'cause we just pray to see the daylight,

I'm waking up in the morning, thanking God I made it,

waking up in the morning just thank God I made it,

looking to the sky light, is it for God?

'cause where I'm from man it's flipping it hard,

I said I'm waking in the morning just thanking God I made it,

waking up in the morning just thanking God I made it,

look to the skylight just look to the God,

the way that I'm living is hard,

so what you know about, mama only person in the building with a job,

next her neighbor got a hustle against his neighbor got a ride,

other neighbor smoke and crack, and you're selling for the low,

won't tell for the rock, but he keep coming with this 7 and low,

six better but we just try to get money get chatter,

because we're tired to living the business, feeling tired to getting fed up,

Lord..been act your dough, huh,

early man, talking how his hated checks, it's early man

God damn, it was a chance, you probably got to the third,

but he want his money on the first,

so I'm back up to the turn,..and I got my f*cking my room,

my mind gone, and I'm tryin to focus and just keep my mind on,

mama only one that work inside and building though,

anybody else sexy lady you got me killing slow,

I feel like I ain't living bro, when you in giving though,

you stuck up in this penitentiary is like a prison bro

penitentiary I mean this hood

and it's like a penitentiary when you're stucking man ain't good

and your brother after..you nigga I've been curved

and you one nigga ain't sold it dad he ain't never learned,

got another nigga locked down and..in it hot, till it burn

got a nigga up desert so hottie ..it burn

got your other nigga stuck down the line pockets feeling in the feds

and the other nigga he I ain't talking bout been here,

I'm talking bout term in no island..in this prisons my nigga be striling,

with an young nigga ain't learning and man they'll be whilin

when they stuckin their pan hit a nigga for shilling

will you never see your nigga what's smiling

and they visit the room only time you nigga be smiling,

that's f*cked up

you know how you're whiling from Saint..rippers,

..is rare.

True story man.

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