Lord Knows

(Verse 1: Jarren Benton): 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 uninspired lately Daily I been going through it drowning and I'm losing focus 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 [Hook: Planet VI] 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 [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Freeway] And I'm, making it happen Made trappin', and now I'm making it rappin' 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 ? a ?, y'all dudes know the procedure 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 ? ?