[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-a