Текст песни Lord Knows - G Herbo feat. Joey Bada$$
I
got
some
problems
only
Lord
knows
Came
up
from
the
bottom
off
my
own
road
Yesterday
I
bought
myself
my
own
Rolls
It
had
diamonds
in
the
bezel
with
the
rose
gold
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Cause
you
don't
help
me
with
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
All
I
know
is
this
hustlin'
All
I
know
is
this
strugglin'
All
I
know,
I
can't
trust
him
If
you
ain't
with
me
then
fuck
'em
You
ain't
game
then
fuck
'em
You
ain't
see
me
then
fuck
'em
If
you
ain't
need
me
to
fuck
her
You
ain't
got
no
business
here
This
shit
mine
now,
finna
win
this
year
Ain't
no
timeout,
gotta
kill
this
here
Better
watch
my
mouth
when
you
enter
here
Uh,
and
we
don't
show
no
feelings
here
It's
a
whole
bunch
young
niggas
lit
in
here,
yeah
Off
the
rip
hide
your
bitch
in
here
Cause
a
rich
nigga
bout
to
put
some
shit
in
the
air
Bitch
we
the
boydem,
bitch
we
the
boydem
You
know
we
smokin'
that
doison,
that
fuckin'
doison
Metro
Boomin
on
the
track
man,
it's
fuckin'
golden
Every
time
I'm
up
to
bat
man,
I
hit
a
home
run
Herb
what
you
told
'em?
And
everybody
round
me
holdin',
passin'
drugs
out
Everybody
round
me
rollin'
and
we
thugged
out
Now
order
up
100
Rosies
if
you
from
the
struggle
Hold
up
your
fuckin'
Rollie
and
order
up
a
double
I
got
some
problems
only
Lord
knows
Came
up
from
the
bottom
off
my
own
road
Yesterday
I
bought
myself
my
own
Rolls
It
had
diamonds
in
the
bezel
with
the
rose
gold
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Cause
you
don't
help
me
with
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Got
some
problems
only
Lord
knows
Sometimes
I
need
a
break
but
I
got
more
shows
I
was
fucked
on
that
my
Rollie
gold
Get
an
AP
when
my
Rollie
old
I
was
18
when
I
hit
the
road
Fuck
around
and
hit
800
hoes
It's
me,
Joey,
and
Metro
Boomin
Me,
Joey,
and
Metro
boolin'
Bitches
be
buckin'
me
all
on
my
back
And
these
Balmain
jeans
makin'
me
bougie
Bitch
I
only
fuck
with
exclusives
Keep
on
callin'
my
phone,
you
a
nuisance
You
ain't
cutting
the
check
fuck
your
two
cents
Why
you
hate
ese?
Nigga,
I
knew
sense
Ridin'
down
(?)
I'm
smokin'
and
cruisin'
Niggas
be
bluffin',
they
losin'
Your
ho
low,
she
just
suckin'
no
condoms
She
came
with
the
[?]
me,
pour
the
juice
in
Studio
full
of
backwoods,
we
boofin'
Drugs
on
us,
we
dealing
and
using
Guns
on
us
you
stealin'
we
shootin'
Lord
knows
that
I
didn't
wanna
use
it
50
bands,
100
bands
all
I
understand
All
that
Alexander
McQueen
got
another
pair
All
that
Alexander
McQueen
all
I
wanna
wear
And
my
homies
keep
askin'
for
cups
of
the
lean,
I
don't
wanna
share
I
got
some
problems
only
Lord
knows
Came
up
from
the
bottom
off
my
own
road
Yesterday
I
bought
myself
my
own
Rolls
It
had
diamonds
in
the
bezel
with
the
rose
gold
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Cause
you
don't
help
me
with
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin',
can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
Can't
ask
me
for
nothin'
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