Know It

God bless my hustle

I swear to god that one day ima make it they hating but I know they know it
I bringin life to the beat and the raw to the streets and my people they know it
I pull up she hop in she tie up hair she bopping she already know it
I'm holding my ground with a whole hundred round don't you fuck me you already know it

You know what it is when I'm on the beat I'm guaranteed to destroy it (I'm killing)
Ima bring the heat ima bleed the streets ima keep makin some noise (you hear me)
This fo all the dealas tryna make a living hope you get blessed in the courts (I'm prayin)
Wanna cheapa price gotta take a flight gotta go straight to the source (run it up)
If they fucking with my freedom ima have to smoke a nigga like a port (light em up)
I don't believe in forgiveness bitch I got no feelings they stayed at the morgue (fuck em)
Married to the game when you fuck with the Caine you you cannot get a divorce (or prenup)
They could test me they could try to push me against the limits I'm coming with force (I'm bustin)
I know they watching I know they be hating, like I don't really like what killa be saying
Rather show love to another then pay him
Probably mad cuz of the hoes I be slaying
Wish a Nigga would I really be prayin, cuz I ain't talking when the Choppa be spraying
When you see the smoke you leaving or staying
When they face the time this niggas betraying
Snake up in my colla kno I'm bout my dollas, Gucci all up on my chest (I'm money)
This somebody daughter I'm bout to slaughter I put that pussy to rest (we fucking)
Live like no tomorrow drink up all your sorrows, if you alive then you blessed (I'm blessed)
Now we poppin bottles now we fucking models, girl you fucking with the best (Killa)

I ain't neva been a hater I'm about the paper everyday I wake up
I could catch you later serve you like a waiter, sacking up that shake and smoke wats on the table
Sipping on the syrup I ain't talking maple
I'm feeling disabled smoking alll this flavors
Braking down the vega taking off the paper
I can't do no favors gotta get my cake up
I be pushing weight like I'm tryna shape up, I been making records cuz I'm tryna make it
I been elevating prolly cuz they hating I know what's at steak and I know they been waitin
We get the brick then put it in a pot, we hit your block then put it to a stop
We take your bitch and make her panties drop, make you wanna fold and take it to the cops
They don't wanna see me going to the top, they rather see me getting Locked up
Me and my patnas we all gawped up, if we got beef we get the choppas
I cannot trust you fold but not us, we ain't the same you sing when they bust
Talkin bout the grass and talking bout the dust, i can tell you bout the game and what it does