KNOCK IT OFF!
You can pick it up but I won't drop it off
They cappin on me mafucka knock it off
They ain't get the picture they just tag along
They ain't ever seen the view from up where we be standin' huh?
You can pick it up but I ain't droppin' off
They ain't got the sauce so they just try and knock it off
Know we got em mad, check the gram and now they loggin' off
They could never see our view cuz they can't understand it, nah
Nah, nah
They can't understand this
I would tax my dad, for this cash man I'm a savage
Every stat should have an asterisk cuz I can't compare to average
I'm just glad that I can manage, crackin crab while rappers famished
I'm just sayin'
Hey
Bitch I am who I am
Aye
2017 They tried to have me in dat jam
Aye
Fuck a Johnny Law, bitch, fuck an Uncle Sam it's middle finger to the opps, naw I cannot fuck with ham, PIGS
Aye
Where is your loyalty?
You ain't make no money off this music you act like you royalty
We all came up from the bottom yeah that's right where the soil be
Now we shit on these rappers and turn their career to a toilet seat
Just how we sposed to be
Aye
You can pick it up but I won't drop it off
They cappin on me mafucka knock it off
They ain't get the picture they just tag along
They ain't ever seen the view from up where we be standin' huh?
You can pick it up but I ain't droppin' off
They ain't got the sauce so they just try and knock it off
Know we got em mad, check the gram and now they loggin' off
They could never see our view cuz they can't understand it, nah
They cappin on me mafucka knock it off
They ain't get the picture they just tag along
They ain't ever seen the view from up where we be standin' huh?
You can pick it up but I ain't droppin' off
They ain't got the sauce so they just try and knock it off
Know we got em mad, check the gram and now they loggin' off
They could never see our view cuz they can't understand it, nah
Nah, nah
They can't understand this
I would tax my dad, for this cash man I'm a savage
Every stat should have an asterisk cuz I can't compare to average
I'm just glad that I can manage, crackin crab while rappers famished
I'm just sayin'
Hey
Bitch I am who I am
Aye
2017 They tried to have me in dat jam
Aye
Fuck a Johnny Law, bitch, fuck an Uncle Sam it's middle finger to the opps, naw I cannot fuck with ham, PIGS
Aye
Where is your loyalty?
You ain't make no money off this music you act like you royalty
We all came up from the bottom yeah that's right where the soil be
Now we shit on these rappers and turn their career to a toilet seat
Just how we sposed to be
Aye
You can pick it up but I won't drop it off
They cappin on me mafucka knock it off
They ain't get the picture they just tag along
They ain't ever seen the view from up where we be standin' huh?
You can pick it up but I ain't droppin' off
They ain't got the sauce so they just try and knock it off
Know we got em mad, check the gram and now they loggin' off
They could never see our view cuz they can't understand it, nah
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Writer(s): Henry Maysack
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