[Intro: Cee-Lo]
  It's 6 O'clock, it's volume 1
  Yeah, Greg Street's mixtape
    [Verse One: Boondox]
  Uh uh
  I came up in the hood infested with teenage hustlers
  Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
  By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
  So they want they ride candy painted just like the man
  That Veta tryin not to bite his hand
  But they need em to keep em life from they stand
  Every night praying for praying go as far as the ceiling
  Got me feel like I'm (cursed) from this heart that I'm dealing
  And all this liquor hoeing brother and goose-neckin
  That I do but I don't want to got me losing blessings
  GOD said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)
  But in it to pick and sellin the spur
  From under my feet, lost faith and jump in the street
  Back to serve a rocks dying to the chrome in the heat
  And running with G's that take it to the block with 'em
  Tellin me along with my greens up like pot nickel
    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
  Well, all I know
  That I'd been down this road before
  It ain't the first time, won't be the last
  I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
  It's time to admit I need some help
  Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
  Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
  It's about who pray
    [Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
  You can clock my consistent and endless
  Efforts up uplift me
  Trees and branches catch draft
  When I'm choppin down a path-
  To walk down, actually don't even know how talk sound
  I'm trying to stop the next step they drawing the chalk round
  Matter-of-factually, I'll stand alone with no entourage to back me
  GOD is my every existence; exhalation, exactly
  I'll pimp prophets so profounding labels don't like contract me
  I'm one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact me
  Let us bow, I thank the Almighty GOD for right now
  For the strictor, smile through the tribulation and trial
  For sparing me when the devil was daring me
  And scaring me, synonymous for preparing me
  And to my family- the Dungeon Family
  And ya'll family-- we all family
  And to me health and home and my son Keith Stun
  My tongue is my gun, revolutions already begun
  (Whaa)
    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
  Well, all I know
  That I'd been down this road before
  It ain't the first time, won't be the last
  I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
  It's time to admit I need some help
  Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
  Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
  It's about who pray
    [Verse Three: Kalage]
  All I know is charge cards, cars, and clothes
  Maan, it's all for sure
  And could go and when it's gone- (you alone)
  Runnin up yo cell phone callin GOD for hope
  And who to say that day ain't all for close
  And if you ballin playa, it's only because GOD's your coach
  And it don't bout the lies you hold, laws you broke
  Thangs ya drink, dank and cigars you smoke
  HE gonna forgive and that's you; now don't get me wrong
  I like LL, but GOD da G.O.A.T'
  HE da greatest of all time, if I'm lying I'm blind
  Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
  But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
  Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
  Sittin some leather from Atlanta, came up finish the prayer
  Worried about sister mom's and hair
  All along worried bout what sister mom gonna wear
  This ya boy or should they ride the martyr there
  It don't matter at least that's the moral there
  In Sunday service with a Bible lie defer the South
  But GOD bless her, we here to thank GOD (hmmmm ahhh)
  And that's the step inside Holy Church thinkin
  I said step inside his Holy Church thinkin
  We all God's Property, and not just Kirk Franklin
    [Chorus: Cee-Lo]
  Well, all I know
  That I'd been down this road before
  It ain't the first time, won't be the last
  I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
  It's time to admit I need some help
  Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
  Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
  It's about who pray
    [T.I. and studio engineers interlude convo]
    [Verse Four: T.I.]
  Open my eyes, see the sunrise
  Talkin about memories of G's got my tongue tied
  Put out some Henn for my friend, why the good die?
  But til the end, I'm in the wind where the slug fly
  Pray for my sins, I hope I find Heaven close to me
  Try to be godly but these haters provokin me
  Pull the shotty want them dead is what my heart say
  My hard head make me learn shit the hard way
  Dodging the fedz ain't the easy way to live, care
  But nigga do it everyday to make a meal stack
  Your phone tapped, under surveillance, secretly indicted
  Being watched daily, livin shady just to drive a Merdede
  And fucking ladies, who making babies used against you
  Gettin the ?? be the main nigga you be a friend too
  How can begin to explain the pain
  Can you stay in the rain
  Used to be a simple thing, but the game done changed
  Now slanging caine is a lifestyle
  Risking your freedom just to ball for a short while
  Gettin buckwild on the street up on Westside
  Downtown Atlanta, while we ride some of the best die
  From cocking hammers of these Tec-9s and .45s
  Excuse my grammar; but it's fucked up how time fly
  It seem like yesterday we play until our days was nights
  And yesterday, I just put flowers at his gravesite and that ain't right
    [Outro: Kalage]
  All I know
  Is I'd been down this road before
  This ain't the first time, won't be the last
  I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
  It's time to admit I need some help
  Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
  Life ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
  It's about who pray