No one Knows

This, this is what I love, but you know what, sometimes things you love don't always love you back

And you can give, and you can give, and you can give, and you can give, and you can give, and you can give

and sometimes you get nothing in return, you get nothing

And you have friends, and family, and fans coming up to you tell you why are you still doing, why are you still here why do you subject yourself to this every night

Ya I keep the Glock on my side

And I gotta chop in my ride

If he run up he gon die

He floating and toatin all up in the sky

I got hands u not that guy

I smoke this blunt an we get high

Im on the road we supa fly