All You Know

all you know i'm trynna do
is get across my point of view,
earning 50 times the loot
travelling in my finest suit,
spitting on the nicest tune,
sipping on the finest brew,
piffin on the ripest bloom,
dick is in the tightest poon,
get rowdy with my boys
after sniffing up a line or two,
maybe thats not what you want
but yo baby im not you,
pen and pad your my best friends
i'll never lie to you,
the ink starts flowing
I find it hard to hide the truth,
the place keeps turning,
the days need hurdling,
the blaze keeps earning,
my wage needs earning
cos the pain returning
of the ways we learning,
haze we serving
or the phraze we versing,
I mastered my schemes,
answered my dreams
and when I max out after shows
I got the cash in my jeans,
still wrapping the leaves,
still chatting up teens,
and still trynna find out what this life actually means.

they said I did too much politickin in my rhyming
now they say I don't go deep enough,
quit ya whining.
I swear this is the last time, it don't mean my times up,
if this **** don't work then....

bless the goddess womb,
bless the chronic fume,
56 peridots rested on his tomb,
moms tears fell so long
eternal sun won't dry the earth,
9 years my father gone,
why the hurt still like the first?
put my best foot forward so long
my leg is aching,
10% of people speak the truth
the rest are faking,
lyric be the bread im breaking,
got so big, so quick,
they think it's steds im taking,
they don't realise I put the most
work in to anything I do,
only do that dirty work
that benefit my crew,
need to hustle just to give my
children something to eat
and i've poured my heart and
soul out on hundreds of beats,
i've been doing this since analogue
pen songs for the street,
thats my old style you ripped off
check my back catalogue,
stomach hurting, put the work in,
done rehearsing, **** ya virgin
drums and verses, undeserving
scum are earning sums for wording.