I Know

Yeah

(Oh no) it's one of them songs

Just wanna roll somethin' up and

Reminisce (na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na)

Pop this rollercoaster we've been on for so long

(Oh no) ups and downs

Lifts, sideways (na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na)

I'm sick of livin' like this

See, in school, we stayed in trouble, so we stayed in the office

And for dinner, we ate a can of Vienna sausage

I used to watch my momma sing to the rhythm and blues

And we would draw Nike signs on the side of our shoes

I'm from a place where the dope sales pay the bills

We always at the hotel, that's where we live

I mean, I'm old school, Chevy's, Cutlass's and old Regals

At any given time, it's a crib full of people

I said, "Lord, hear my cry, I'm sick of livin' like that"

I know it's hard 'cause my momma is addicted to crack

I'm from a city where they struggle just to maintain

And kids 16 years old gang-bang, man, that's a damn shame

Half of my people dead

I think about the nights I put the nine to my head

And then I thought about blowin' my brains out

'Cause I didn't wanna go back home to the same house

I said, "I pray every day, I hope He hears my cries"

Roll up another one and let me clear my mind

And I know this ain't the only life for me

But I know that God got His hands on me

I said, "I pray every day, I hope He hears my cries"

Roll up another one and let me clear my mind

And I know this ain't the only life for me

Yes, I know that God got His hands on me

(Man) corruption, deceit, it's the deception, the lies

It'll get you knotted up, fucked up with family ties

I've grown wise through these years

Shed tears, seen blood, sweat and all that

Chris, man, I hit hard like a ball bat

I seen cops throw rocks up in the backyard

And then smoke 'em up, too, so fuck it, act hard

I don't need to, I breathe through the mic

And I'm tryna live my life, but fuck it, it ain't right