I Don't Know Testo

Man, these streets keep on calling me
Will I ever make it out of here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

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Man, it's something 'bout that rush that you get
When you cut up a brick When you riding by the narks right after busting a lick
When you put that V in park and shorty sucking your dick
And you do that shit so much that you fucking forget
It's the way they respect you, it's the way that they fear you
No one second guess you, when you talking they hear you
It's something 'bout that rubber band 'bout to pop
And dimes trying to hold your fucking hand walking out the spot
Every day's a pay day, you never try to make way
Feeling like JJ, dynamite in your hay day
They kick it like Pelé around the stair like way day
Wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay
They mad like boring, you try to find Advil
It's that type of morning, you spent last night balling
God spoke to me, I know that rap's my calling
But even with these Dre's loud I hear that fast life calling

Man, these streets keep on calling me
Will I ever make it out of here?
I don't know
I don't know I don't know
I don't know

Dog, the streets used to have my number back when I had the 15 inch screen
Middle gun, sold it, a Hummer
Back when I thought it will be my last summer
Staring at the burner eyes wider than a plunger
Where on sight they would expunge you
Had I stayed up wouldn't have lasted long
Taught me everything, at my high school they didn't have classes on
Older niggas passed it on
It's a gap in our generation, these young dudes are saints
We used to ask who is snitching but nowadays who ain't?
Had to keep the 4 pound, every block had it's own pound
If a showdown where to go down
They'll turn this shit into a ghost town
Lost so many niggas we could be going fast
Honestly I don't think a morning passed, I wasn't mourning who had passed
And after that life expectancy we don't expect to see
It's a bunch of niggas breathing right now that's after me
And I'm one of the few that made it out the hood successfully
I lose all my celebrity, all my roogers left with me

Man, these streets keep on calling me
Will I ever make it out of here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

Every now and then you gotta demonstrate
Bust a nigga head for old time's sake
Look at what those signs say, welcome to the D
The city that sitting inside a mitten
You know the crime state
Where Jimmy Hoffa's body's locked away in a safe
At a time in a place where not even time's safe
I wear a hoodie to war, they talking about me now
I wonder would he mature? He supposed to be looking for me now
Claim I'm hiding from you now
Until you find me with my foot in your door
The street said I made a sex tape
No, the fuck I didn't
If I did then MTV would've nominated me for a Woody Award
That's off the topic, though
Niggas walked in my house and went shopping in my closet, dog, I'm not the store
With everything I do niggas still shit on me
See Boogie Brown told me get over it, niggas just ain't like you
So I'mma take good advice and move on from you, niggas
Try to move on, I'mma take your life

Man, these streets keep on calling me
Will I ever make it out of here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know