[Verse 1]YeahJust wanted to buy mamma a new houseLooking out ma project windows wanting to move outDreaming, wishing consuming watching hopingOne of these labels could hear these raps from ma roomAnd pressures of balling just from being brokeSee them boys on the corner here man they dealing dopeThey kids was dope, they cars was dope they girls was dopeBut me and mamma was brokeCoke bundles was tempting more fond with the pimpingBoth of them consistent destroying destroying ma districtOverwhelmed by the devil tauntSeen several young sell dope just to carry onOn the corner bragging bout perrion (check)While they passing bottlesHood rats with hair done they could pass for modelsMan I'm stuck just tryna slide pass the [?]This the only life that I know (I know I know)[Hook]All I know (I know)Even if you hustling, you strugglingDoing what you can just to come up with rentAll I know (I know)Driving down memory laneCausing painAll ma friends are in jail or slain[Verse 2]Uh, I pray to hustler's religionChange God's word make me feel better about livingExamples, saying God created dopeAnd I'm thugging on the block manCause heaven got a ghetto (in town)Luxury are being [?] freeAtheist block is shot he yell G.O.DHardships are pass time karma flipsPayback from pass crimes life's a bitchHella last time it's go be the last timeShould've been the last time last timeWe go cry later but for now it's the last timeOn highway five with five in the pathfinderHoping we don't get pulled over by highwayAnd they could discover a fat fineCause man what's in the side door of this pathfinderCould get a nigga twenty five in the penNo half-time[Hook]All I know (I know)Even if you hustling, you strugglingDoing what you can just to come up with rentAll I know (I know)Driving down memory laneCausing painAll ma friends are in jail or slain[Verse 3]He couldn't hit your bottle man when you was aliveBut you pour liquor out on the day that he died[?] but friends like theseMake a nigga say why I need enemiesThe junkies like the house and the treeI am legend at night time that never sleepNocturnal, the block colonels hot fernosAnd corporal tunnel man from counting these n'sYou could text a bitch all day that bible word for wordsBut can't write should focus on the penPriorities bad morality lost these niggas is fakeTheir reality false I'm persecuted like the son of JudasWhat I do to do this? I'm suffering for my father's sinsMa mother in heaven ma brother in the penI hope God let my father in[Hook]All I know (I know)Even if you hustling, you strugglingDoing what you can just to come up with rentAll I know (I know)Driving down memory laneCausing painAll ma friends are in jail or slainYeahhh!!!Ohhh ohh ohhhOhhh ohh ohhh
