Magazines (feat. Cheff Blick)
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
Walk around you know I got my taint on
Second year round like I'm Tatum
If they get better then we don't hate 'em
If you smart then you know how to bait 'em
Did the work for him and then they paid us
Flow is jelly just like all my layups
Cut through the dark just like a lightsaber
When I pull up I got all my flavors
(Cheff Blick)
Remember the days when we couldn't sleep
I was on my grind, shit was anything but free
Gotta earn this shit, don't grow on fucking trees
Tryna make it out, these niggas full of greed
Ain't made it yet, hand still on the pot
I look up, I learn from niggas who done made it out
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas let you rot
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas point the dot
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
You quit playing hoe
I'm out the bando
Don't make you heal but you gotta aim for racks tho
Don't go out sad if a hoe don't show you love
I learned my lesson when she left me for the plot
I can't buy from him
I gotta water, drip
All these bitches watch along so they can pay they bill
I stay popping pills
They tryna make a deal
You feelings don't mean shit to them (that's crazy)
That's for real
That's for real tho
I don't wanna hear, hoe
I know I did some shit tho
I'm sorry for my bad lows
I know I cannot handle
Cuz you lit like a candle
You lying and that's a scandal
I'll paint you like a vandal
Ain't made it yet, hand still on the pot
I look up to niggas who done made it out
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas let you rot
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas point the dot
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
Walk around you know I got my taint on
Second year round like I'm Tatum
If they get better then we don't hate 'em
If you smart then you know how to bait 'em
Did the work for him and then they paid us
Flow is jelly just like all my layups
Cut through the dark just like a lightsaber
When I pull up I got all my flavors
(Cheff Blick)
Remember the days when we couldn't sleep
I was on my grind, shit was anything but free
Gotta earn this shit, don't grow on fucking trees
Tryna make it out, these niggas full of greed
Ain't made it yet, hand still on the pot
I look up, I learn from niggas who done made it out
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas let you rot
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas point the dot
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
You quit playing hoe
I'm out the bando
Don't make you heal but you gotta aim for racks tho
Don't go out sad if a hoe don't show you love
I learned my lesson when she left me for the plot
I can't buy from him
I gotta water, drip
All these bitches watch along so they can pay they bill
I stay popping pills
They tryna make a deal
You feelings don't mean shit to them (that's crazy)
That's for real
That's for real tho
I don't wanna hear, hoe
I know I did some shit tho
I'm sorry for my bad lows
I know I cannot handle
Cuz you lit like a candle
You lying and that's a scandal
I'll paint you like a vandal
Ain't made it yet, hand still on the pot
I look up to niggas who done made it out
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas let you rot
Can't trust nobody, come too close these niggas point the dot
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
I know what you think you know about me
We ain't got books but we got magazines
He the type of dude to cause a scene
Come too close I'll teach you how to read
Credits
Writer(s): Agustin Gentil, Alberto Di Biase
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