I Know
Yea I know that life gets hard
But I know Im gon make it through
And yea I swear to god
My pockets gon be filled with blues
They tried to tell me stop
But i got something left to prove
Ima make it to to the top
If you against me you gone lose
Now nigga out my way
Im on the path to make a billion
I thought niggas was my friends
Why they say in my feelings
I just wanted them to share my shit
This music is my living
When I sell out madison garden
They'll be wishing that they they did it
But people don't fuck with you till go viral
They think im just Soundcloud
But nigga on tidal
I made me some bands off a song while in high school
And had a bad bitch but I cheated and lied too
DTB, don't trust no bitch
Just get some money and stay lit
These hoes ain't nothing but some problems
They be acting like some kids
And they want nothing but ya dollars
Groupie bitches bet they swallow
Wanna be Instagram models
And have over million followers
I want me a house in Japan
I want the world to know who I am
I want to sell out arenas and drive in the cleanest whip on the whole land
Yea I know that life gets hard
But I know Im gone make it through
And yea I swear to god
My pockets gone be filled with blues
They tried to tell me stop
But i got something left to prove
Ima make it to to the top
If you against me you gone lose
When you see me on tv
Too late to act like you knew me
Im really grinding and patient
I know my time will come soon
And i'm going out as the greatest
Cause everyday i'm improving
Making it is an understatement
Rather hear my shit booming
In the streets
On the beach
Yes play my hits
I got the heat
Im a beast
Ion take no shit
Oh look a freak
She want me
Bout to rape my dick
Because I told that chick
Get out my face
Id rather hit ya friend
From the back
Then I call my nigga
And I tap him in
That ass is fat
Thats what I tell bro
Before Im bout to dip
Time to make racks
On the road lets do some shows
And go get lit
These niggas cap
Saying I ain't no real rapper Im legit
Yea I know that life gets hard
But I know Im gone make it through
And yea I swear to god
My pockets gone be filled with blues
They tried to tell me stop
But i got something left to prove
Ima make it to to the top
If you against me you gone lose
But I know Im gon make it through
And yea I swear to god
My pockets gon be filled with blues
They tried to tell me stop
But i got something left to prove
Ima make it to to the top
If you against me you gone lose
Now nigga out my way
Im on the path to make a billion
I thought niggas was my friends
Why they say in my feelings
I just wanted them to share my shit
This music is my living
When I sell out madison garden
They'll be wishing that they they did it
But people don't fuck with you till go viral
They think im just Soundcloud
But nigga on tidal
I made me some bands off a song while in high school
And had a bad bitch but I cheated and lied too
DTB, don't trust no bitch
Just get some money and stay lit
These hoes ain't nothing but some problems
They be acting like some kids
And they want nothing but ya dollars
Groupie bitches bet they swallow
Wanna be Instagram models
And have over million followers
I want me a house in Japan
I want the world to know who I am
I want to sell out arenas and drive in the cleanest whip on the whole land
Yea I know that life gets hard
But I know Im gone make it through
And yea I swear to god
My pockets gone be filled with blues
They tried to tell me stop
But i got something left to prove
Ima make it to to the top
If you against me you gone lose
When you see me on tv
Too late to act like you knew me
Im really grinding and patient
I know my time will come soon
And i'm going out as the greatest
Cause everyday i'm improving
Making it is an understatement
Rather hear my shit booming
In the streets
On the beach
Yes play my hits
I got the heat
Im a beast
Ion take no shit
Oh look a freak
She want me
Bout to rape my dick
Because I told that chick
Get out my face
Id rather hit ya friend
From the back
Then I call my nigga
And I tap him in
That ass is fat
Thats what I tell bro
Before Im bout to dip
Time to make racks
On the road lets do some shows
And go get lit
These niggas cap
Saying I ain't no real rapper Im legit
Yea I know that life gets hard
But I know Im gone make it through
And yea I swear to god
My pockets gone be filled with blues
They tried to tell me stop
But i got something left to prove
Ima make it to to the top
If you against me you gone lose
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Healy
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