All I Know
I been in it for a minute
Any song I'm on you know that imma kill it
That's word to my father, son and holy spirit
Perfected the craft, I sharpened every lyric
Tryna run shit like I'm Usain
Won't stop 'til I'm too paid
Like old dudes rocking toupees
'Bout to blow like my name Husain
Said, I'm 'bout to blow like my name Husain, who the illest in the city now
I been feeling like it's fuck 'em all, can't none of these niggas fuck with me now
Man I can't stop, no I won't stop 'til these verses cost 50 thou
Make it add up to a millie, wow, look I'm just tryna make mama proud
Move out where the hills at, have her looking out into the ocean
Lately niggas love to ride a wave, always sound the same, but who owns it?
It sounds like water when I'm flowing, I might fuck around and just flood the game
I want the money, nigga, fuck the fame
If this a race, I'm in another lane
Swerving past the competition, we don't share the same vision
I'm Tom Cruise with the shits, that just means I'm on a mission
I want it so imma go get it, I'm so sick call a medic
Salterpayne for the pain, mix it with the sprite and ice then I sip it
Is you with it?
I been feeling like the greatest
Told my mama imma make it
A lot of these niggas they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing
Me no, no, no (aye)
I'm grinding tryna stack the doe (yeah)
From the ceiling to the floor (yeah)
'Cause this is really all I know (yeah)
(This is really all I know)
Now I'm tryna get paid off this rap shit
(Tired of all the games and acting)
Lord knows I've been patient, I've been praying
(They won't give it to me? I guess I gotta take it)
Since a teen I had a dream that we gon' make it
(Had a couple of opportunities I wasted)
Now it's back to the drawing back to basics
(Had to pull my socks up, tie up my laces, mama I'm 'bout to make it)
They won't get it until the stars is aligned
See, I'm my mama's only son so I was destined to shine
Apparently I won't make it unless I rap in vernac'
One word to them niggas, tell 'em I said "FOTSHEK"
Time and time again I done earned my respect
No more pro-bono, better cut up the cheque
Ask around in my city, I done put in the work
Used to walk to the studio, my feet would hurt, I seen the worst
Believe me it's not easy
Fuck a 9 to 5, 'cause music is what'll feed me
All I gotta do is do me and be me
Then they're realize that the game really needs me
This my year, I put it out in the universe
If I gotta, I'll kill a rapper, put him in a hearse
Fuck a casket, throw his dead body in a dirt
I can really rap or get melodic when I sing a verse
When we take shots it's vodkilla the head
When they take shots it's tweets I ain't never read
On my Thwenny and Stino, "pass that vooduka"
Honey's in my section 'cause they know we got that hookah
I can teach you a couple things just like a tutor
But if you're acting boujie then imma have to excuse ya
Like, "move bitch, get out the way"
'Cause I'm with the homies and we're out to play (aye)
I been feeling like the greatest
Told my mama imma make it
A lot of these niggas they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing
Me no, no, no (aye)
I'm grinding tryna stack the doe (yeah)
From the ceiling to the floor (yeah)
'Cause this is really all I know (yeah)
(This is really all I know)
I been feeling like the greatest
Told my mama imma make it
A lot of these niggas they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing
Me no, no, no (aye)
I'm grinding tryna stack the doe (yeah)
From the ceiling to the floor (yeah)
'Cause this is really all I know (yeah)
(This is really all I know)
Any song I'm on you know that imma kill it
That's word to my father, son and holy spirit
Perfected the craft, I sharpened every lyric
Tryna run shit like I'm Usain
Won't stop 'til I'm too paid
Like old dudes rocking toupees
'Bout to blow like my name Husain
Said, I'm 'bout to blow like my name Husain, who the illest in the city now
I been feeling like it's fuck 'em all, can't none of these niggas fuck with me now
Man I can't stop, no I won't stop 'til these verses cost 50 thou
Make it add up to a millie, wow, look I'm just tryna make mama proud
Move out where the hills at, have her looking out into the ocean
Lately niggas love to ride a wave, always sound the same, but who owns it?
It sounds like water when I'm flowing, I might fuck around and just flood the game
I want the money, nigga, fuck the fame
If this a race, I'm in another lane
Swerving past the competition, we don't share the same vision
I'm Tom Cruise with the shits, that just means I'm on a mission
I want it so imma go get it, I'm so sick call a medic
Salterpayne for the pain, mix it with the sprite and ice then I sip it
Is you with it?
I been feeling like the greatest
Told my mama imma make it
A lot of these niggas they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing
Me no, no, no (aye)
I'm grinding tryna stack the doe (yeah)
From the ceiling to the floor (yeah)
'Cause this is really all I know (yeah)
(This is really all I know)
Now I'm tryna get paid off this rap shit
(Tired of all the games and acting)
Lord knows I've been patient, I've been praying
(They won't give it to me? I guess I gotta take it)
Since a teen I had a dream that we gon' make it
(Had a couple of opportunities I wasted)
Now it's back to the drawing back to basics
(Had to pull my socks up, tie up my laces, mama I'm 'bout to make it)
They won't get it until the stars is aligned
See, I'm my mama's only son so I was destined to shine
Apparently I won't make it unless I rap in vernac'
One word to them niggas, tell 'em I said "FOTSHEK"
Time and time again I done earned my respect
No more pro-bono, better cut up the cheque
Ask around in my city, I done put in the work
Used to walk to the studio, my feet would hurt, I seen the worst
Believe me it's not easy
Fuck a 9 to 5, 'cause music is what'll feed me
All I gotta do is do me and be me
Then they're realize that the game really needs me
This my year, I put it out in the universe
If I gotta, I'll kill a rapper, put him in a hearse
Fuck a casket, throw his dead body in a dirt
I can really rap or get melodic when I sing a verse
When we take shots it's vodkilla the head
When they take shots it's tweets I ain't never read
On my Thwenny and Stino, "pass that vooduka"
Honey's in my section 'cause they know we got that hookah
I can teach you a couple things just like a tutor
But if you're acting boujie then imma have to excuse ya
Like, "move bitch, get out the way"
'Cause I'm with the homies and we're out to play (aye)
I been feeling like the greatest
Told my mama imma make it
A lot of these niggas they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing
Me no, no, no (aye)
I'm grinding tryna stack the doe (yeah)
From the ceiling to the floor (yeah)
'Cause this is really all I know (yeah)
(This is really all I know)
I been feeling like the greatest
Told my mama imma make it
A lot of these niggas they hated
I pay them no mind, they're not phasing
Me no, no, no (aye)
I'm grinding tryna stack the doe (yeah)
From the ceiling to the floor (yeah)
'Cause this is really all I know (yeah)
(This is really all I know)
Credits
Writer(s): Rick Vale
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