I Know That You Know
Wind blowin' after midnight
Top down feeling just right
Slow down for the street lights
Make a right to the turnpike
After rollin' my jernt tight
Close your eyes open your ears
You'll see the words like
Subtitles
Ran D
Kept my jay low
But never hear me singing
I'm no american idol more like
American history this ain't the movie
Cause we all killing each other
No matter the race or movement so fuck it
Survival of the fit forty with a grip
Still gotta keep both hands on it
To minimize the kick
Real shit
I remember selling nicks on North 6th
Got hot went to edison sold them twenty a pop
But fuck my personal life
I'm here to bless every mic
When I know niggaz don't like me
I get especially hyped
Light a candle bring the hex in
I ain't known for flexin'
Just known for spittin' bars getting higher
Than george jetson
Flow flippin' ho gettin' so vivid
When they tell me I'm the shit
My reaction is no kiddin'
Yeah no kiddin' nigga
Cause I know that you know that
They ain't fucking with me
Can't you see
I'm the lord of the sewers
I'm the lord of the sewers
I'm the lord of the sewers
Yeah uh
Cause I know that you know that
They ain't fucking with me
Can't you see
Boom bash dash I had to break I had to
Get away
I don't give a fuck man fuck these mafuckaz
Crawled right out the sewer looking cleaner than a mop
Versace on my denim
Tommy Ford up on my socks
All the half ass gangster rapping bullshit
Need to stop
The hex effect
Crawled right out the sewer looking cleaner than a mop
Versace on my denim
Tommy Ford up on my socks
All the half ass gangster rapping bullshit
Need to stop
The hex effect coming volume two about to
Drop
Crawled right out the sewer looking
Fresher than a bitch
All the hating critics just direct them to my dick
Pucker up you fucking mutt
Give it a little kiss
Would you like my music if it always sound like
This
I'm a party like a nigga won the super bowl
She done ran through all the homies
She a super ho
And I can't think of anything else to say
Cause this shit is trash
Can't believe you niggaz fuck with that
I made that shit in twenty minutes
Eat it
Top down feeling just right
Slow down for the street lights
Make a right to the turnpike
After rollin' my jernt tight
Close your eyes open your ears
You'll see the words like
Subtitles
Ran D
Kept my jay low
But never hear me singing
I'm no american idol more like
American history this ain't the movie
Cause we all killing each other
No matter the race or movement so fuck it
Survival of the fit forty with a grip
Still gotta keep both hands on it
To minimize the kick
Real shit
I remember selling nicks on North 6th
Got hot went to edison sold them twenty a pop
But fuck my personal life
I'm here to bless every mic
When I know niggaz don't like me
I get especially hyped
Light a candle bring the hex in
I ain't known for flexin'
Just known for spittin' bars getting higher
Than george jetson
Flow flippin' ho gettin' so vivid
When they tell me I'm the shit
My reaction is no kiddin'
Yeah no kiddin' nigga
Cause I know that you know that
They ain't fucking with me
Can't you see
I'm the lord of the sewers
I'm the lord of the sewers
I'm the lord of the sewers
Yeah uh
Cause I know that you know that
They ain't fucking with me
Can't you see
Boom bash dash I had to break I had to
Get away
I don't give a fuck man fuck these mafuckaz
Crawled right out the sewer looking cleaner than a mop
Versace on my denim
Tommy Ford up on my socks
All the half ass gangster rapping bullshit
Need to stop
The hex effect
Crawled right out the sewer looking cleaner than a mop
Versace on my denim
Tommy Ford up on my socks
All the half ass gangster rapping bullshit
Need to stop
The hex effect coming volume two about to
Drop
Crawled right out the sewer looking
Fresher than a bitch
All the hating critics just direct them to my dick
Pucker up you fucking mutt
Give it a little kiss
Would you like my music if it always sound like
This
I'm a party like a nigga won the super bowl
She done ran through all the homies
She a super ho
And I can't think of anything else to say
Cause this shit is trash
Can't believe you niggaz fuck with that
I made that shit in twenty minutes
Eat it
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Miranda Jr
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