Adad - I Don't Know lyrics

[Hook] I don't know what you been told But life is hard and the world is cold It ain't gon' get no better no time soon It ain't gon' get no better It ain't gon' get no better It ain't gon' get no better no time soon I don't know [Verse 1] Chilling at the [?] with my man named [?] Smoking out dude type of cat stay [?] Eyes like windex, red as a crayon Trees in the flesh like it's something that he spray on No baby momma, no arrest reports No running through chicks, no s** for sport No bills overdue and a college degree I mean god damn son, that's better than me Yeah, but it ain't all about the money The [?] up honeys, the cars that I'm driving There's n***as in the streets k**ing shorties ain't surviving Look at these n***as these dudes idolizing (I mean, that's why you be smoking?) You god damn right I'm afraid to leave to leave my motherf**ing house at night (But that's the rules of the gutta) Stupid motherf**er, they'll shoot you over onion rings And think that's right [Hook] [Verse 2] n***as love being n***as, but n***as ain't sh** Man, f** these n***as and they ride or die b**h I keep one in the hand and twelve in the clip I own a coffee shop dude, I don't want no sh** Yeah but that's life in the city, and it cold to survive With the snakes right beside you And the rats right behind you Man that's bullsh** n***a, go across the tracks But if I try to get some peace, they raise my tax (Fam, fam you need to stop b**hing) b**h, you need to listen I stay getting high cause I hate clear vision I don't date much these ratchet a** women See me riding something foreign, thinking they could make a living Fake a**, fake hair, attitude fakey f** me one time now she want my [?] All up on the [?] Hashtag I'm a bad b**h and n***as don't make me [Hook] [Verse 3] It's 2014 and cops still k**ing us Dead in the street and don't nobody give a f** Tanks in the parking lot, snipers on the roof And all we ever get is [?] proof (God damn, [?]) Too much to go wrong so I get high, all alone at home I stack my chips, push a live a** whip Bring a biddy back home just to bust my sh** That's real, heavy a** script Pa** that beat, let me blaze that sh** I don't got the time for stressing over money Flexing in the streets like a god damn dummy Trying to prove I'm cool so that everyone would want me Treat me like a show dog, take me 'round and flaunt me I'm doing just fine though, my solo and [?] Now grab your keys and let's ride, son We ran out of wave