[Verse 1: DoughXL]
Coming from a city where them pistols pop, Flinstone rocks make shit so hot
Bust Glocks don't stop till the clip goes drop
Two more plays, go get that watch, run to the block, show them what you got
Bitches pop when they see that drop, wet their twats when they see that guap,
Wonder if the shit'll ever stop, Prolly not
These kids never got to hug their pops, so they stay up late night hugging them blocks
When it comes to that self-esteem, they're blowing weed cause they ain't got a lot
It's kinda hard not to feel lame when your dreams big and your pockets not
When your auntie's paid but your mommas not, your homies there but your father's not
So you sit back blow a whole lot of pot, as you bump a whole lot of pac
UGK Helped me through my day, all I ever wanted was a Chevrolet
24s, gold spokes, diamonds and wood, all through my hood, ugh

(Hook)
Well this all I know
Its all I know

(Repeat)

[Verse 2: DoughXL]
Baby will I be the one that you believe in, when I'm thrift shopping at Neiman's?
And your homegirls hate cause I'm eating, in a place that their mans can't bring them?
And when the tabloids start snapping pics?, you know how critics dissect this rapping shit
They keep misconstruing everything I'm doing
But everything I'm doing I'm doing for you
So will I be the one that you love the most, when shit don't move and we going broke?
Ain't shit to eat but buttered toast, cause the bills keep coming, the money don't?
Damn, we're both unemployed
Malloy really hates ya boy
You say I should quit the flow?
Babygirl this all I know

(Hook)

Well this all I know
Its all I know

And I love you more than any other ho, but babygirl this is all I know

[Verse 3: Dom Mclennon]
Now normally I don't do this
But all I know is my self
And assumptions can make you an ass sometimes
But truth ain't measured in wealth
We just gotta deal with the cards life dealt
Young black males don't get no help
Although I got dreams of an all-black coupe named the truth
Because real niggas move in stealth
From a generation of arrested development
Society of degenerates
Nobody wanna trust anybody anymore because pussy over loyalty's a preference
Think without your vas deferens
Cause that shit ain't gettin you paper
And life just a bitch to the haters
Plus bad karma's a deal beaker
Shots of the real take it straight no chaser
Feeling less human kinda space invader
Everybody wants to change up their nature
When you say you're an entertainer
"Get a real job"
I apologize
I don't want an insignificant 9 to 5
Cause line for line
My futures lookin fine
Your security is where your employer lies
So how's that for psychology
Mr. Boss Man commuting robbery
Raping you for your hours
While he chooses granite counter tops or mahogany
So go ahead and pop off at the mouth
Do whatever you like
Cause a year from now when shit goes down I'll make your salary just to fly a kite