Lord Knows - Guerilla Black

Lord knows i lived a real hard ass life

On the boulevard all my life

And I hope that my mama keep praying for me

Because the game ain’t what it used to be

Around '89 I left southbound to westbound I’m 13 now

Out in Long Beach living out in the shelters

Dear Lord help us my family is so damn selfish

My uncle Junior he never gave a fuck

Had 3 kids of his own and never raised em up

Moms keep scheming, California dreamin'

Reality didn’t set till i hit the Jim Beam

Now I’m in the CPT splitting Mexicales knee deep in the street

We deep in the street dreams I did what i wanted to do

Fuck Compton High School I’m gettin' high with the crew

But bitches fantasize them riches they tantalizing

Life ain’t all about gettin' drunk and higher

I got a bigger picture meeting these different niggas

I got big dreams and bigger ambitions

Whoa

At the end of '99 I was so dead broke

But in the 2000 watch my bread grow slow

I got a connect, two pounds and two weapons

New hood no clientele my boo stressin'

Lights gas and food the money was tight

With dime bags to move my hustle was nice

We got it in a few months my customers grew

Bought a new outfit for my boo a bucket to move

I used to pack that work in that Toyota

With my love Big Kiesh my number one soldier

She was down with me whether i had a nickel or a penny

100 percent TC tattooed on her tittie

I heard the rumors that niggas was gettin jealous

The niggas who know us told us watch those fellas

I used to hit the block in my cut-off shorts

Pistol in my pocket smoking mad newports

Come on

When i first hit the block the block was so dry

Within a span of a few months they whole block was high

I was the man product in demand

From hand scaling my grams to hands counting my cash

It used to be ugly then it became lovely

Went from skimpy bags to bags that’s mad chubby

My boo used to say let’s shake the block

Vacate the spot or face this hot

I couldn’t hear it the hood I wasn’t fearing

Just the po-po in case they rush my do'

My brother?

AKA the HotBoy told me change the game

Take off your chains, bracelets, and rings

You doing too much

TC i love you but you losing your touch

Never keep your product where you rest your head

Much less them straps you don’t know where they been

So i took off my gold i stashed my dough

I came back to the game with my game face on

Come on

That’s real you know the game ain’t what it used to be

Know what I’m sayin?

It’s alot of shit going on out here baby you know

I done been through alot of it I know you been through alot of it

I hope moms keep praying for me

Stay on her knees and say a prayer for her son for real though

And i hope God make some room for me up in heaven