[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 Burque

I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne

A walkin' mother***in' flame

Livin' up to my brothers name

Rockin' that red ***, wasn't ***in' with them other gangs

Most other gang's, they wasn't ***in' with me

Ain't your average mother***er, I'm a mother***in' G

I got some *** on my chest that I want to get off

I got some *** for that vest that will knock that bull*** off

Money like Madoff, Kill em like Adolf, Roy Halladay

I'll let a ***in' K off, and I don't take a *** 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 *** picture

If you ain't a blood I ain't *** with ya na im just *** with ya

Stay on my hood ***, hop in the bucket with ya

Throw the ski masks on and get to straight *** with ya

Ain't that some ***, 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]

*** 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 kis 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

*** cops, nigga pay your gratitude

Before you say I'm acting Ruth

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

Mother***er I will Green Bay Packer you

Have a whole football team of niggas after you

Like the punt return, when will you *** learn

Now take your ass back to school

Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you

And *** 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