I Don't Know

[Hook] I don't know what you been told But life is hard and the world is cold It ain't gon' get no better no time soon It ain't gon' get no better It ain't gon' get no better It ain't gon' get no better no time soon I don't know [Verse 1] Chilling at the [?] with my man named [?] Smoking out dude type of cat stay [?] Eyes like windex, red as a crayon Trees in the flesh like it's something that he spray on No baby momma, no arrest reports No running through chicks, no sex for sport No bills overdue and a college degree I mean god damn son, that's better than me Yeah, but it ain't all about the money The [?] up honeys, the cars that I'm driving There's niggas in the streets killing shorties ain't surviving Look at these niggas these dudes idolizing (I mean, that's why you be smoking?) You god damn right I'm afraid to leave to leave my motherfucking house at night (But that's the rules of the gutta) Stupid motherfucker, they'll shoot you over onion rings And think that's right [Hook] [Verse 2] Niggas love being niggas, but niggas ain't shit Man, fuck these niggas and they ride or die bitch I keep one in the hand and twelve in the clip I own a coffee shop dude, I don't want no shit Yeah but that's life in the city, and it cold to survive With the snakes right beside you And the rats right behind you Man that's bullshit nigga, go across the tracks But if I try to get some peace, they raise my tax (Fam, fam you need to stop bitching) Bitch, you need to listen I stay getting high cause I hate clear vision I don't date much these ratchet ass women See me riding something foreign, thinking they could make a living Fake ass, fake hair, attitude fakey Fuck me one time now she want my [?] All up on the [?] Hashtag I'm a bad bitch and niggas don't make me [Hook] [Verse 3] It's 2014 and cops still killing us Dead in the street and don't nobody give a fuck Tanks in the parking lot, snipers on the roof And all we ever get is [?] proof (God damn, [?]) Too much to go wrong so I get high, all alone at home I stack my chips, push a live ass whip Bring a biddy back home just to bust my shit That's real, heavy ass script Pass that beat, let me blaze that shit I don't got the time for stressing over money Flexing in the streets like a god damn dummy Trying to prove I'm cool so that everyone would want me Treat me like a show dog, take me 'round and flaunt me I'm doing just fine though, my solo and [?] Now grab your keys and let's ride, son We ran out of wave