Who knew (feat. BentleyBeez)

(Turn me up Sprt) Ayy, I said, who knew, how this shit would be Me and Bentley back to back, this not no middle man shit I can tell by the way you moving, you gon change on me quick But I'm not surprised, nigga, I was made for this shit Feel the pain in this shit, I can't leave my brother behind On the grind, gotta get mine I ain't wasting time, We gon' shine baby, stand in line, yeah, you been a fan Who the man, nigga, I turn em off Baby, know she fuckin' with a boss Ayy, fuckin' with a boss every loss I took was a lesson I ain't lettin' up, what the fuck they thought? I was back then, poppin' shit, now I'm glowin' up Everybody in the city like, damn, he gone up Goddamn, he ain't slowin' up, no I ain't slowin' down for shit I need ice around my fuckin' neck this shit gon' hurt my wrist My girl got passport, stamps from Africa that's what it is, Petty hoes they gon' gossip But you know I'm the one gon' pop it Ayy, Please don't speak on my name I swear to God, I'll go insane Ayy, he tried to diss, it didn't work Damn, he just want fame Ayy, free Chosen, out the chain gang Money, cash, moolah, whatever you call it we on the same thing I'ma come through, let my nuts hang Ayy, I said, who knew, how this shit would be Me and Bentley back to back, this not no middle man shit I can tell by the way you moving, you gon change on me quick But I'm not surprised, nigga, I was made for this shit Feel the pain in this shit, I can't leave my brother behind On the grind, gotta get mine I ain't wasting time, We gon' shine baby, stand in line, yeah, you been a fan Who the man, nigga, I turn em off Baby, know she fuckin' with a boss Think I'm better, take her on a trip, you better fly us I barely come outside, and I don't be outside much Stay up out the way until my time come Niggas fake like rhinestones She like drugs, so try some Kinda ratchet, fight sum All these niggas my sons I'm the big ol' dun-dun Tell me, tap in, won't come He's outta here, home run Police come, won't say nothin' Have you ever red rum Mama look at your son Say he always been the one Say he really come from nothin' Stand on business, he on point He know me, but I don't know boy Ain't no pickin' sides doggy, I'ma go on and make the choice Played it over a couple times She say she love to hear my voice Ayy, I said, who knew, how this shit would be Me and Bentley back to back, this not no middle man shit I can tell by the way you moving, you gon change on me quick But I'm not surprised, nigga, I was made for this shit Feel the pain in this shit, I can't leave my brother behind On the grind, gotta get mine I ain't wasting time, We gon' shine baby, stand in line, yeah, you been a fan Who the man, nigga, I turn em off Baby, know she fuckin' with a boss