What You Know
BornNLA
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G, can I freestyle Yeah, you can, man Shit, nigga, I own the label Let's do it Grind so hard, can barely sleep I'm up, I'm up, airplane speed Icy like Gretzky her hair like a mess Kick the bitch out the house, she pesky Your dope comin' up short like Joe Pesci They said gritty can't rap, yeah, bitch, I'm ready Like a paparazzi and propaganda Still pull up in the old school box Chevy You niggas don't thug on the block, heard your daddy was geek, buy drugs on the block, you niggas don't trap, you weak You niggas some hoes, act like girls, I'm crackin' a dormin I hit it with two, flip phone ringin', not one, two Bitch, I trap it out so hard, I don't give a f*ck about what you do I had dope fiends on my porch, talkin' bout that they short Talkin' bout he want a deal, and still ask me for a port Bitch, that street shit, nigga, no weak shit Eyes of eagle, nigga, I peep shit My niggas be off, in my contacts, callin' me, but they on that sneak shit I got a Benz, that's the C300 Don't call my shit no citizen It ain't Air Force ones , gold teeth in my mouth I'm still a business man I be trappin' it, trappin' it, trappin' it, trappin' it out At my auntie house, trappin' it out on the couch J's on my feet, Lacoste shirt, Glock in my pouch If it ain't about no money, what is it about I used to jump up in the booth when they had doubt Now they stiff, and they hurt like they got gout Ouch Bitch, I freestyle, this shit ain't no writtens I got my own label, ho, I don't need permission I started sellin' dope and made my own commission Bitch, I whip six grams on my intermission I was strugglin', I was broke, I did adjustin' Back up Blaine and McCree, I hang with Justin You niggas ain't gon' do shit like you buffering A lot of drug dealing, bitch, I come from hustlin' You let that thot give you mouth and you cuff her You probably should've used a magnum when you fucked her Now the bitch got your back, she treat you like a buster In California C-MaC callin' you a custard I wanna Benz, buy a 550 yellow colored mustard Don't f*ck with y'all, y'all ain't no hustlers, y'all some customers Don't like to say my business, y'all be talkin', y'all be talkin' too much And when you talkin', niggas crazy, they be sparkin' too much So nigga, watch what you sayin' when you talkin' to us Nigga, I paranoid on the streets like I'm a convict Niggas did dirt to me on these streets, ain't apologize to shit Next nigga do something janky, I'ma strategize the hit Sitting at my house makin' money, nigga, I don't watch the TV And you wear jays and clothes like I do, nigga, you wanna be me You ain't hard, nigga, put that Glock in your face, boy, you probably pee-pee Boobooin' yourself, man, that boy probably need some TP Trappin' all night, fuckin' hoes, nigga, I'm where them geeks be I go by the G-Code, cause I know the streets need me I made my wishes come true and I ain't rub no genie I dropped Dorman in that dope and I made all the geeks believe me Nigga, you don't trap, you got a job, you on the payroll When income tax come around, only time you floss the bankroll Mama told me don't be fuckin' around with all these bald-head skank hoes Bitch, you only get a box of chinamen and don't ask to put no egg rolls I sell dope anywhere in the city, don't care if it's on Penrose If your keys in the car, I might get your shit stolen You a big man on the block, you ain't gon' do shit, nigga, you Greg Oden You show money, you just pissin' off the people on Instagram you owing, I didn't ask a nigga for a foot? Why this pussy nigga think he gotta put a toe in Nigga a pussy, boy, I'm about to go in. All black forces, about to kick the door in We got chingy and the weed down the street, they get the blow in I'm a wells nigga, make a right, and I'm about to hit king In my zone, we ain't got a Rally's or a Burger King We gotta catch the bus, have it whip nigga, or you're walkin' Them T's jumpin' out on you, do this shit often I'm a west side thoroughbred, never trust a stank hoe All I wanted was a gold chain and a big bankroll Niggas drownin' in they own sorrows cause they can't grow Next time I'm shop, bitch, I'm about to cop a Kangol I be whippin', hit it with the tap, blend the skipping ' Burn a motor, buy another, we do remixin' Makin' plays, cap and trays, freestyle, I start a phase Call your boy Phil Jackson, the way them niggas running plays Quit my job when I made 500 in a day Bought a Jimmy truck, they didn't wanna sell me a Escalade I was broke on my ass, I knew it'd be okay Yeah, nigga, grind is good Ye, show me state records, nigga
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