| Lord knows I try to make a better way, better way |
| But I’m trapped by the pain, I just can’t get away |
| Lord knows I try, real talk, like, every day, every day |
| I feel good sometimes, but that feeling never stays, Lord knows I’m tryin' |
| Hell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here) |
| But you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here (Lord knows I’m tryin') |
| Hell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here) |
| But you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here |
| First off, I gotta say thank you, Lord |
| 'Cause I know I’m blessed, what am I doin' all this drinkin' for? |
| Losin' money and stressin' the body like I ain’t gon' make some more |
| Awesomeness some shit I know I deserve, I can’t get it right now 'cause I can’t |
| afford |
| Yeah, I got it, but I got a lot of shit I gotta do with that |
| Stop askin' me about ABN, already told you, I’m through with that |
| Until they pay me for the first one, ain’t got nothin' to do with that |
| If y’all knew what was goin' on, y’all would say, «It's a blessing,» |
| I’m not doin' bad |
| I’m blessed, tired of this shit, but I’m not finished yet |
| All of the shit I do, they’ll just forget |
| But I really don’t care |
| Roll that shit, light that shit, put it in the air |
| Lord knows I try to make a better way, better way |
| But I’m trapped by the pain, I just can’t get away |
| Lord knows I try, real talk, like, every day, every day |
| I feel good sometimes, but that feeling never stays, Lord knows I’m tryin' |
| Hell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here) |
| But you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here (Lord knows I’m tryin') |
| Hell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here) |
| But you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here |
| Uh, can you believe a nigga say I fell off just 'cause I’m well-off? |
| They must be smokin' that new kind of crack, I’m still funky than a bitch, |
| I can’t get the smell off |
| I’m just happy I can eat a real meal, I ain’t gotta fuck with no Kelloggs |
| I got my own now, can’t nobody tell me to pack up shit my and get the hell out |
| I done kept it a hunnid with people that wouldn’t even keep it twenty-seven |
| with me back |
| I don’t loan money, rather give it to you, you know niggas will forget to hit |
| you back |
| 'Cause they hate you when you doin' better than them, that ain’t my opinion, |
| homie, it’s a fact |
| You break bread with your people, they always around, you go broke like, «Wonder where my niggas at» |
| Why do baby mamas use the child as a weapon? Like, fuck a father, |
| you can’t see the child |
| Then go tell the white man he a deadbeat, now it’s a monthly payment just to |
| see the child |
| Watchin' Mommy and Daddy go at each other’s neck, I wonder how it feel to be |
| the child |
| She like, «Mommy and Daddy act like people I go to school with,» |
| so I guess we the child, Lord knows |
| Lord knows I try to make a better way, better way |
| But I’m trapped by the pain, I just can’t get away |
| Lord knows I try, real talk, like, every day, every day |
| I feel good sometimes, but that feeling never stays, Lord knows I’m tryin' |
| Hell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here) |
| But you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here (Lord knows I’m tryin') |
| Hell yeah, I know it’s hard out here (I know it’s hard out here) |
| But you know you gotta keep your faith in God out here |