All I Know lyrics

Artist  : Field Mob 
Song : All I Know



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[Intro: Cee-Lo]

It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1

Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape



[Verse One: Boondox]

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



[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

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



[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]

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)



[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

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



[Verse Three: Kalage]

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 all for 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

Sittin some leather from Atlanta, came up finish
the prayer

Worried about sister mom's and hair

All along worried bout what sister mom gonna
wear

This ya boy or should they 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 (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



[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

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



[T.I. and studio engineers interlude
convo]



[Verse Four: T.I.]

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



[Outro: Kalage]

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