Know That
Sometimes I got these ugly thoughts up in my mind
I got that angel and that devil by my side
Ask me how I'm doin, bitch I'm doin fine
I'm doing fine yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I know I am
I know that, yeah yeah
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest
Yeah I'm the greatest bitch
And see my competition they don't fit that niche
You can try to take a shot at me, I will not flinch
They try jacking my sound, and then I flip that script like
I ain't doing no favors
See me walk around with all the moolah baby
Your girl talking to me telling me that I was her savior
Yeah, I think imma take her
Pull up swerving, yeah my Reebok's dirty
Had to take a step back, so I flip that birdie
Off of one now, so my vision blurry
R.I.P. to Mac, had to rep that jersey, agh (R.I.P. bro)
I ain't got no worries
I know that imma make it, I ain't in no hurry
You think this money dirty?
Fuck your questions take em' to my attorney, yeah
Sometimes I got these ugly thoughts up in my mind
I got that angel and that devil by my side
Ask me how I'm doin, bitch I'm doin fine
I'm doing fine yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I know I am
I know that, yeah yeah
Now I'm back again
And to everybody wondering where the hell I been
I been cooped up workin and I won't pretend
That I know what's gonna happen when we drop that shit, yeah (Drop it)
Like who the hell is this guy?
I don't really know but it bangs I can't lie
A rapper with a flow that doesn't sound like he's tongue tied
And I don't even hear an auto tune it just sound right
I been feeling lately I'm on a roll
And imma keep it up you already know
Trace. and Mello everywhere that you go
Yeah yeah yeah
Sometimes I got these ugly thoughts up in my mind
I got that angel and that devil by my side
Ask me how I'm doin, bitch I'm doin fine
I'm doing fine yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I know I am
I know that, yeah yeah
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I know that, yeah
I know that yeah, yeah
I got that angel and that devil by my side
Ask me how I'm doin, bitch I'm doin fine
I'm doing fine yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I know I am
I know that, yeah yeah
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest
Yeah I'm the greatest bitch
And see my competition they don't fit that niche
You can try to take a shot at me, I will not flinch
They try jacking my sound, and then I flip that script like
I ain't doing no favors
See me walk around with all the moolah baby
Your girl talking to me telling me that I was her savior
Yeah, I think imma take her
Pull up swerving, yeah my Reebok's dirty
Had to take a step back, so I flip that birdie
Off of one now, so my vision blurry
R.I.P. to Mac, had to rep that jersey, agh (R.I.P. bro)
I ain't got no worries
I know that imma make it, I ain't in no hurry
You think this money dirty?
Fuck your questions take em' to my attorney, yeah
Sometimes I got these ugly thoughts up in my mind
I got that angel and that devil by my side
Ask me how I'm doin, bitch I'm doin fine
I'm doing fine yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I know I am
I know that, yeah yeah
Now I'm back again
And to everybody wondering where the hell I been
I been cooped up workin and I won't pretend
That I know what's gonna happen when we drop that shit, yeah (Drop it)
Like who the hell is this guy?
I don't really know but it bangs I can't lie
A rapper with a flow that doesn't sound like he's tongue tied
And I don't even hear an auto tune it just sound right
I been feeling lately I'm on a roll
And imma keep it up you already know
Trace. and Mello everywhere that you go
Yeah yeah yeah
Sometimes I got these ugly thoughts up in my mind
I got that angel and that devil by my side
Ask me how I'm doin, bitch I'm doin fine
I'm doing fine yeah, I'm doing fine
Imma make em' all believe before I die, yeah
I'm the king of all this shit, I swear that I am
You say I'm such a fucking critic, I know I am
I know that, yeah yeah
I know that
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Writer(s): Gavin Simon
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