God Knows - Statik Selektah, Bun B, Jared Evan

I had good days and bad ones

Man I had happy days and sad ones

Days when I didn’t want to come outside

And days when I just shrugged it off and just let shit slide

Looking back at my life, the ups and the downs

I got no regrets cause your boy’s still around

Found a little spot in the shade and I post it

Rolled up a blunt, sat back, and roasted

They said I ain’t supposed to be here

But man 20 years later I’m still the trillest OG here

Still flower the clothes and I still flip flows

Slip out with your hoes and I still rip shows

I suppose it was just the way I was raised

To always keep it trill until the last of my days

I do it for my hometown of PAT

And to the memory of the great late PIMP C

But that’s just me

God who knows what I’d be without you

God only knows what I’d be without you

Without me in the game I don’t think the game would ever be the same

Not because I’m not ill it’s just the will of designer physics

If I’m erased away from time the lines you quote from me would have not been

written

Few (?) would have remained

hidden

The '89 makeover when it came to takeover the lane would have not happened the

same that year

Without me here the woman in my life wouldn’t have had to shed one tear

At least not due to me (?) pursue the plea of guilty your honor

Honorable comma wouldn’t chase

Me doing the tour life leave me absent from abstinence

But in my defense

If (?) 4%ers that know me it wouldn’t be 4 kids on this earth that I helped

birth so

It ain’t over yet motherfuckers

This is Hex Murda and you are listening to the beat stylings of that bastard,

the one and only Statik Selektah.

Feel privileged you fucks.

And now introducing the honorable Dr.

Octogan himself Kool motherfucking Keith

That’s what I say, oh yeah.

Statik Selektah.

Kool Keith.

Thats what I say.

I taught the industry how to hold the peepee for me.

Even bolder.

You’re lady gives me head and shoulders.

Leave my substance in a (?)

Polar bear water, leak out.

Cause shorts.

I’m wild, robocop in a Porsche.

I can drive over your Air Jordans.

Post up in Atlantic Station

Uma (?) want me to take em out to sport’s bars in their apron.

She live my

Spalding balls when they bounce when I throw em out.

I’m Troy Akeman.

Loved by girls, hated by jealous men.

The material of this grey Lamborghini is

elephant.

The lingerie all glyscening all open when she get it.

The magnum

always fits jn.

You’re girl blond now or black?

Let know.

If she want me to take my tongue out her back.

I got rap on hiatus.

These guys in they pre stages.

I’ve been boning you’re mom since she was riding

on Daytons.

Come on stop skinny leg hating.

I’m a brand.

You know I’m you’re girl’s

favourite.

Yall basketball tasting.

Go on in the booth and spit wack y’all must be wasted.

You’re wife say she need

a little hair shaving.

You’re lady used to be fond of me on BET,

in the basement.

Tehe bottle’s up.

You pop make you crazy.

I don’t want to

hurt your feelings.

Tell the public your ghostwriter is Jay-Z.

If he stopped

ventriloquisting Ya’ll, y’all could pay me.

I sit y’all up on my lap like a

puppet, cause I’m every bit of RA Rugged.

Open your girl’s buttcrack like it’s

nothing.

Lightweight like?

Ya might wanna do some pantyhole stretches.

Make you stronger feet.

Ya’ll potato wedges.

Walk like eleven men.

Why you talking?

Acting like you tall as Conny Hawkins.

You ain’t doing jack

but?

dissolving.

The bat game.

Don’t get your mommy involved in.

That’s what I say.

Statik Sekektah.

Kool Keith.