All I Know Lyrics - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - Field Mob

I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers 

Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters 

By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes an' cans 

So they want they ride candy, painted just like the man 

That Veta tryin' not to bite his hand 

But they need 'em to keep 'em life from they stand 

Every night prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin' 

Got me feel like I'm cursed from this heart that I'm dealin' 

An' all this liquor hoein' brother an' goose-neckin' 

That I do but I don't want to got me losin' blessings 

God said He'll take the next two steps if I take the first 

I did but in it to pick an' sellin' the spur 

From under my feet, lost faith an' jump in the street 

Back to serve a rocks, dyin' to the chrome in the heat 

An' runnin' with Gs that take it to the block with 'em 

Tellin' me, along with my greens, up like pot nickel 

Well, all I know 

That I'd been down this road before 

It ain't the first time, won't be the last 

I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast 

It's time to admit, I need some help 

Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself 

Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake 

An' who gay, it's about who pray 

You can clock my consistent an' endless efforts up 

Uplift me, trees an' branches catch draft 

When I'm choppin' down a path to walk down 

Actually don't even know how talk sound 

I'm tryin' to stop the next step, they drawin' the chalk 'round 

Matter of factually, I'll stand alone 

With no entourage to back me 

God is my every existence, exhalation, exactly 

I'll pimp prophets, so profoundin', labels don't like contract me 

I'm one of a kind, they gotta find a satellite to contact me 

Let us bow, I thank the Almighty God for right now 

For the strictor, smile through the tribulation an' trial 

For sparin' me when the Devil was darin' me 

An' scarin' me, synonymous for preparin' me 

An' to my family, the Dungeon Family 

An' ya'll family, we all family 

An' to me health an' home an' my son, Kingston 

My tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun 

Well, all I know 

That I'd been down this road before 

It ain't the first time, won't be the last 

I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast 

It's time to admit, I need some help 

Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself 

Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake 

An' who gay, it's about who pray 

All I know is charge cards, cars an' clothes 

Man, it's all for sure 

An' all could go an' when it's gone, you alone 

Runnin' up yo cell phone, callin' God for 

An' who to say that day ain't all awful close 

An' if you ballin', playa, it's only because God's your coach 

An' it don't 'bout the lies you hold, laws you broke 

Things ya drink, dank an' cigars you smoke 

He gon' forgive you an' that's right 

Now don't get me wrong, I like LL, but God 'Da Goat' 

He da greatest of all time, if I'm lyin' I'm blind 

Can I get a Amen? 

But we got to stop, we got to stop doin' dirt 

Comin' to Church with a Devil tucked in your purse 

Sittin' some leather from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer 

Worried about sister, mom's an' hair 

All the way worried bout what sister, mom gon' wear 

This ya boy or should they ride the martyr there? 

It don't matter, at least that's the moral there 

In Sunday service, with a Bible, lie defer the South 

But God bless her, we here to thank God 

An' that's the step inside Holy Church thinkin' 

I said step inside His Holy Church thinkin' 

We all God's Property an' not just Kirk Franklin 

Well, all I know 

That I'd been down this road before 

It ain't the first time, won't be the last 

I gotta slow down 'cause I'm livin' too fast 

It's time to admit, I need some help 

Still livin' with my momma, can't feed myself 

Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake 

An' who gay, it's about who pray