Testi Lord Knows - Z-Ro

Lord Knows

Lord knows I try to make a better way, better way\nBut I’m trapped by the pain, I just can’t get away\nLord knows I try, real talk, like, every day, every day\nI feel good sometimes, but that feeling never stays, Lord knows I’m tryin'\nHell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here)\nBut you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here (Lord knows I’m tryin')\nHell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here)\nBut you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here\nFirst off, I gotta say thank you, Lord\n'Cause I know I’m blessed, what am I doin' all this drinkin' for?\nLosin' money and stressin' the body like I ain’t gon' make some more\nAwesomeness some shit I know I deserve, I can’t get it right now 'cause I can’t\nafford\nYeah, I got it, but I got a lot of shit I gotta do with that\nStop askin' me about ABN, already told you, I’m through with that\nUntil they pay me for the first one, ain’t got nothin' to do with that\nIf y’all knew what was goin' on, y’all would say, «It's a blessing,»\nI’m not doin' bad\nI’m blessed, tired of this shit, but I’m not finished yet\nAll of the shit I do, they’ll just forget\nBut I really don’t care\nRoll that shit, light that shit, put it in the air\nLord knows I try to make a better way, better way\nBut I’m trapped by the pain, I just can’t get away\nLord knows I try, real talk, like, every day, every day\nI feel good sometimes, but that feeling never stays, Lord knows I’m tryin'\nHell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here)\nBut you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here (Lord knows I’m tryin')\nHell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here)\nBut you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here\nUh, can you believe a nigga say I fell off just 'cause I’m well-off?\nThey must be smokin' that new kind of crack, I’m still funky than a bitch,\nI can’t get the smell off\nI’m just happy I can eat a real meal, I ain’t gotta fuck with no Kelloggs\nI got my own now, can’t nobody tell me to pack up shit my and get the hell out\nI done kept it a hunnid with people that wouldn’t even keep it twenty-seven\nwith me back\nI don’t loan money, rather give it to you, you know niggas will forget to hit\nyou back\n'Cause they hate you when you doin' better than them, that ain’t my opinion,\nhomie, it’s a fact\nYou break bread with your people, they always around, you go broke like, «Wonder where my niggas at»\nWhy do baby mamas use the child as a weapon? Like, fuck a father,\nyou can’t see the child\nThen go tell the white man he a deadbeat, now it’s a monthly payment just to\nsee the child\nWatchin' Mommy and Daddy go at each other’s neck, I wonder how it feel to be\nthe child\nShe like, «Mommy and Daddy act like people I go to school with,»\nso I guess we the child, Lord knows\nLord knows I try to make a better way, better way\nBut I’m trapped by the pain, I just can’t get away\nLord knows I try, real talk, like, every day, every day\nI feel good sometimes, but that feeling never stays, Lord knows I’m tryin'\nHell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here)\nBut you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here (Lord knows I’m tryin')\nHell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here)\nBut you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here