Lord Knows

[Chorus] 2x Lord knows i lived a real hard ass life On the boulevard all my life And I hope that my mama keep praying for me Because the game ain't what it used to be [Verse 1] Around '89 I left southbound to westbound I'm 13 now Out in Long Beach living out in the shelters Dear Lord help us my family is so damn selfish My uncle Junior he never gave a fuck Had 3 kids of his own and never raised em up Moms keep scheming, California dreamin' Reality didn't set till i hit the Jim Beam Now I'm in the CPT splitting Mexicales knee deep in the street We deep in the street dreams I did what i wanted to do Fuck Compton High School I'm gettin' high with the crew But bitches fantasize them riches they tantalizing Life ain't all about gettin' drunk and higher I got a bigger picture meeting these different niggas I got big dreams and bigger ambitions Whoa [Chorus] 2x [Verse 2] At the end of '99 I was so dead broke But in the 2000 watch my bread grow slow I got a connect, two pounds and two weapons New hood no clientele my boo stressin' Lights gas and food the money was tight With dime bags to move my hustle was nice We got it in a few months my customers grew Bought a new outfit for my boo a bucket to move I used to pack that work in that Toyota With my love Big Kiesh my number one soldier She was down with me whether i had a nickel or a penny 100 percent TC tattooed on her tittie I heard the rumors that niggas was gettin jealous The niggas who know us told us watch those fellas I used to hit the block in my cut-off shorts Pistol in my pocket smoking mad newports Come on [Chorus] 2x [Verse 3] When i first hit the block the block was so dry Within a span of a few months they whole block was high I was the man product in demand From hand scaling my grams to hands counting my cash It used to be ugly then it became lovely Went from skimpy bags to bags that's mad chubby My boo used to say let's shake the block Vacate the spot or face this hot I couldn't hear it the hood I wasn't fearing Just the po-po in case they rush my do' My brother ? AKA the HotBoy told me change the game Take off your chains, bracelets, and rings You doing too much TC i love you but you losing your touch Never keep your product where you rest your head Much less them straps you don't know where they been So i took off my gold i stashed my dough I came back to the game with my game face on Come on [Chorus]2x [Outro] That's real you know the game ain't what it used to be Know what I'm sayin? It's alot of shit going on out here baby you know I done been through alot of it I know you been through alot of it I hope moms keep praying for me Stay on her knees and say a prayer for her son for real though And i hope God make some room for me up in heaven