Lord Knows (feat. Freeway, Planet VI)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, Underneath the city lights

Driving and I'm drinking Grandma pray that I'mma get it right

I just want a piece of mind a day where I consider right

Depression killing niggas losing sleep cause I ain't feeling right

Grade-A baby 80's baby stress will drive nigga crazy

Popping pills and drinking more feeling undescribed lately

Daily I been going through a [?

So I play it super cool hope these niggas never notice

Uh Lord have mercy on my soul I just gotta make it 9 to 5

I can't be pitching home, Chasing my dreams swear I never been this scared before

I do it for my kids, This the realest shit I ever wrote

Lately my heads been spinning crazy

Riding through my city music playing

I won't lose I refuse not to make it

However it comes I'll take it

Spark a L and crack the window open

Can't you see life is what you make it

Yeah, blowing dope by the sunset

Bitch I'm still standing sucka nigga I ain't done yet

Not from all the bullshit that life threw a niggas way

Baby mamma PMSing just fucked up a niggas day

Talking to my dad kept it short cause I ain't got shit to say

Hardly know each other so we let relationships decay

Mama hurtin I wish I could take the pain away

I broke down when my Uncle died let his soul drift away

In the sky where them dreams go

I hold on emotions I wish I could let some things go

Life can be a bitch it's never palm trees and rainbows

I pop up out that gutter and brush the dirt up off my kango

Swear I tryna let this pain go

The inside is burning up I can feel the flames grow

And damn a nigga hurting, they say nothing last forever

Until they close the curtain, and I wake up paranoid

Because these nightmares reoccurring, Success is never promised

But fuck I'm so determined I fall down I get back up

You know that nothing is for certain

I can't stop until the pastor read my sermon

Lord knows

And I'm, making it happen

Made trappin', and now I'm making it trappin'

God has been gracious, new big faces, no new drug cases

Thought I'd beast traced of the bucases with incarcerated scarfaces

But I'm car racing, 63 V-twizzy

In the booth I get busy, murder tracks, mutilation

And result dough accumulation I'm with young, black and dope

From the ghetto music, sooth the nation

Simple equation: I'm the doctor, you the patient

First LP, second LP, operation

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If you cross me I'll squeeze you

Leave you bleeding on the doctor's table

This is not a fable, I been monster cable

Before the monster came, now I rock without the label

Reason that I bought the Porsche cause I hoarse shit

Louie Boat kicks rocking low shit without the label

This team early, you know we up for lunch and prayer

Always catch the brothers still ballin, but that's another story