I Know

I know you ain’t never met a nigga like me

And you probly never will, I put that on my OG

And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen

They don’t hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means

And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bag

Get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast

I know (they hatin’)

I know (and they may watin’)

For me to fall off

That will be never dog

From the bottom to the top I came a long way

Used to sip on quarter juices, now it’s Rosay

Now that marrow sittin’ wider if you Colgate

Baby momma trick me, she do shit the wrong way

Fuck at them and all your fifty for the court case

Whatcha know ‘bout makin’ money at a fast pace?

Yea I know the feds scared of watching niggas

My younguns play with guns like some matching figures

Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper

Only breaking bread with the realest niggas

Wake up in the morning, greet a bad bitch

Fuck ‘er once and then I’m focused where the cash is

Facing out my Gucci’s, had to grab ten

I gotta stay safe, bring the Mach 10

And I know they want me dead and gone

Paranoid, I keep that pistol in my carry arm

I know you ain’t never met a nigga like me

And you probly never will, I put that on my OG

And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen

They don’t hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means

And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bag

Get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast

I know (they hatin’)

I know (and they may watin’)

For me to fall off

That will be never dog

They told me ‘where you getting money?’, boy them niggas hate

Stacking paper, 23, I’m thinking real estate

On the ship on wide I’m driving, we don’t renovate

Get money, my niggas, stock in the real estate

Call me by my government when I be at the bank

Talking figures, nigga half a million Ben Franks

Heard them niggas counting mad at some bitch place

Long as my pistol on me I go to your bitch place

Think I really give a fuck ‘bout all you pussy niggas

Counting money, screaming ‘Fuck! I love you pussy niggas’

I swear I’m ballin’ to my last breath

Brand new prezie on me, call that fucker sun death

I tell my bitch to keep on sucking till there’s nothing left

That shit girl, I just made her admit to grand theft

Yea, and I know they want me dead and gone

Paranoid, I keep that chopper in my carry arm

I know you ain’t never met a nigga like me

And you probly never will, I put that on my OG

And I know none these other niggas seen the shit I seen

They don’t hustle like I hustle, get the shit by any means

And I know all them bitches with me do be hella bag

Get the more than blow a stash, call it blowing money fast

I know (they hatin’)

I know (and they may watin’)

For me to fall off

That will be never dog

I know (they hatin’)

I know (and they may watin’)

For me to fall off

That will be never dog