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Текст песни Field Mob f Cee-Lo, T.I. - All I Know

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[Intro: Cee-Lo]It`s 6 O`clock, it`s volume 1Yeah, Greg Street`s mixtape[Verse One: Boondox]Uh uhI came up in the hood infested with teenage hustlersStreet grinders, paper chasin scrapin bustersBy keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cansSo they want they ride candy painted just like the manThat Veta tryin not to bite his handBut they need em to keep em life from they standEvery night praying for praying go as far as the ceilingGot me feel like I`m (cursed) from this heart that I`m dealingAnd all this liquor hoeing brother and goose-neckinThat I do but I don`t want to got me losing blessingsGOD said he`ll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)But in it to pick and sellin the spurFrom under my feet, lost faith and jump in the streetBack to serve a rocks dying to the chrome in the heatAnd running with G`s that take it to the block with `emTellin me along with my greens up like pot nickel[Chorus: Cee-Lo]Well, all I knowThat I`d been down this road beforeIt ain`t the first time, won`t be the lastI gotta slow down cause I`m living too fastIt`s time to admit I need some helpStill living with my momma, can`t feed myselfLife ain`t about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gayIt`s about who pray[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]You can clock my consistent and endlessEfforts up uplift meTrees and branches catch draftWhen I`m choppin down a path-To walk down, actually don`t even know how talk soundI`m trying to stop the next step they drawing the chalk roundMatter-of-factually, I`ll stand alone with no entourage to back meGOD is my every existence; exhalation, exactlyI`ll pimp prophets so profounding labels don`t like contract meI`m one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact meLet us bow, I thank the Almighty GOD for right nowFor the strictor, smile through the tribulation and trialFor sparing me when the devil was daring meAnd scaring me, synonymous for preparing meAnd to my family- the Dungeon FamilyAnd ya`ll family-- we all familyAnd to me health and home and my son KingstonMy tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun(Whaa)[Chorus: Cee-Lo]Well, all I knowThat I`d been down this road beforeIt ain`t the first time, won`t be the lastI gotta slow down cause I`m living too fastIt`s time to admit I need some helpStill living with my momma, can`t feed myselfLife ain`t about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gayIt`s about who pray[Verse Three: Kalage]All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothesMaan, it`s all for sureAnd could go and when it`s gone- (you alone)Runnin up yo cell phone callin GOD for hopeAnd who to say that day ain`t all awful closeAnd if you ballin playa, it`s only because GOD`s your coachAnd it don`t bout the lies you hold, laws you brokeThangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smokeHE gonna forgive and that`s you; now don`t get me wrongI like LL, but GOD da G.O.A.T`HE da greatest of all time, if I`m lying I`m blindCan I get a Amen (Amen brother)But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirtComing to Church with a devil tucked in your purseSittin some leather from Atlanta, came up finish the prayerWorried about sister mom`s and hairAll along worried bout what sister mom gonna wearThis ya boy or should they ride the martyr thereIt don`t matter at least that`s the moral thereIn Sunday service with a Bible lie defer the SouthBut GOD bless her, we here to thank GOD (hmmmm ahhh)And that`s the step inside Holy Church thinkinI said step inside his Holy Church thinkinWe all God`s Property, and not just Kirk Franklin[Chorus: Cee-Lo]Well, all I knowThat I`d been down this road beforeIt ain`t the first time, won`t be the lastI gotta slow down cause I`m living too fastIt`s time to admit I need some helpStill living with my momma, can`t feed myselfLife ain`t about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gayIt`s about who pray[T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo][Verse Four: T.I.]Open my eyes, see the sunriseTalkin about memories of G`s got my tongue tiedPut out some Henn for my friend, why the good die?But til the end, I`m in the wind where the slug flyPray for my sins, I hope I find Heaven close to meTry to be godly but these haters provokin mePull the shotty want them dead is what my heart sayMy hard head make me learn shit the hard wayDodging the fedz ain`t the easy way to live, careBut nigga do it everyday to make a meal stackYour phone tapped, under surveillance, secretly indictedBeing watched daily, livin shady just to drive a MerdedeAnd fucking ladies, who making babies used against youGettin the ??? be the main nigga you be a friend tooHow can begin to explain the painCan you stay in the rainUsed to be a simple thing, but the game done changedNow slanging caine is a lifestyleRisking your freedom just to ball for a short whileGettin buckwild on the street up on WestsideDowntown Atlanta, while we ride some of the best dieFrom cocking hammers of these Tec-9s and .45sExcuse my grammar; but it`s fucked up how time flyIt seem like yesterday we play until our days was nightsAnd yesterday, I just put flowers at his gravesite and that ain`t right[Outro: Kalage]All I knowIs I`d been down this road beforeThis ain`t the first time, won`t be the lastI gotta slow down cause I`m living too fastIt`s time to admit I need some helpStill living with my momma, can`t feed myselfLife ain`t about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gayIt`s about who pray

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