All I Know

[Hook – Luu Breeze] All I know is this pain in this life And this struggle it troubles me so All I know is that I’m stuck on this road Of success so I got to get mine All I know is this pain in this life And this struggle it troubles me so All I know All I know [Verse 1] Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game I don't do what you niggas do, that's lame I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Bird Gang I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne A walkin' motherfuckin' flame Livin' up to my brothers name Rockin' that red shit, wasn't fuckin' with them other gangs Most other gang's, they wasn't fuckin' with me Ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off Money like Madoff, Kill em like Adolf, Roy Halladay I’ll let a fuckin' K off, and I don’t take a fucking day off… [Hook] [Verse 2] Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, them is me hats to Philadelphia P hats Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that Dumb ass niggas like game, Where the keys at? Automatic start, nigga where the trees at? Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at? Freeze that, like a fucking picture If you ain’t a blood I ain’t fucking with ya na im just fucking with ya Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya Ain’t that some shit, that bastards sick You wana know how I’m livin’ nigga ask your bitch Told you precisely how the Aston sit, and she a nasty bitch I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why? Coz I had to go past them lips, Trick You probably paid for those ass and tits for… [Hook] [Verse 3] Fuck with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot Can’t go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac Love Fab, love Kiss that’s where the love stops Coz I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude Searching me and it's Fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude Before you say I’m acting rude Understand I’m tryna feed my people Hati just like Compton the way I’m packing food But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head Motherfucker I will Green Bay Packer you Have a whole football team of niggas after you Like the punt return, when will you fucking learn Now take your ass back to school Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you And fuck with your conscience like back packers do And I ain’t Talib, Black Thought or Mos Def But I’ve seen the most deaths And nigga I'm just telling you