I KNOW, I KNOW...
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Six letter haiku
R.I.P. DMX
No really what I'm supposed to do?
When the world need savin'
But then they tell me to save it
Like it's not worth my time
Like I'm not son of David
Like I'm not son of Irma
They turn love into burners
Darkside heat ya home
And that shit ain't a furnace
Sheesh!
But I'm just askin', did you want a nigga rappin'?
They say Eddie's laser filled with pop songs and he's trigger happy
(Oh my God!)
(I know, I know, I know)
(Yeah)
(Holy shit! Thank you Charlie!)
(This shit knock like everytime)
(Pop Star!)
I know niggas that'll flip codeine
Their own to each
I know homies play Halo reach
I'm a high key geek
I know evil wear fit like a sheep
They can't play me
I know how this shit plays out but none of y'all humans believe me
If I push to hard that's cocky shit?
Back in the gym, my Rocky shit
Shreddie Saturn, Edwarma Ghandi
Y'all NPCs is not equipped
Been playin Smite not makin tunes
Was givin' y'all like until June
Handicap, but Eddie's back
I guess I move like flowers bloom
(Shit! Sensitive boys is lit!)
M-Maybe it's me (Energy fucking leech)
Maybe it's you (That sound like a bad time)
Whoever is crazy (Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed)
Might be the truth (They havin' a bad time)
I got right to believe (Energy fucking leech)
It's me with the view (That sound like a bad time)
Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time
I know niggas that'll flip codeine
Their own to each
I know homies play Halo reach
I'm a high key geek
I know evil wear fit like a sheep
They can't play me
I know how this shit plays out but none of y'all humans believe me
(N-None of ya'll humans believe me)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
Six letter haiku
R.I.P. DMX
No really what I'm supposed to do?
When the world need savin'
But then they tell me to save it
Like it's not worth my time
Like I'm not son of David
Like I'm not son of Irma
They turn love into burners
Darkside heat ya home
And that shit ain't a furnace
Sheesh!
But I'm just askin', did you want a nigga rappin'?
They say Eddie's laser filled with pop songs and he's trigger happy
(Oh my God!)
(I know, I know, I know)
(Yeah)
(Holy shit! Thank you Charlie!)
(This shit knock like everytime)
(Pop Star!)
I know niggas that'll flip codeine
Their own to each
I know homies play Halo reach
I'm a high key geek
I know evil wear fit like a sheep
They can't play me
I know how this shit plays out but none of y'all humans believe me
If I push to hard that's cocky shit?
Back in the gym, my Rocky shit
Shreddie Saturn, Edwarma Ghandi
Y'all NPCs is not equipped
Been playin Smite not makin tunes
Was givin' y'all like until June
Handicap, but Eddie's back
I guess I move like flowers bloom
(Shit! Sensitive boys is lit!)
M-Maybe it's me (Energy fucking leech)
Maybe it's you (That sound like a bad time)
Whoever is crazy (Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed)
Might be the truth (They havin' a bad time)
I got right to believe (Energy fucking leech)
It's me with the view (That sound like a bad time)
Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time
I know niggas that'll flip codeine
Their own to each
I know homies play Halo reach
I'm a high key geek
I know evil wear fit like a sheep
They can't play me
I know how this shit plays out but none of y'all humans believe me
(N-None of ya'll humans believe me)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
(Energy fucking leech, that sound like a bad time)
(Do ya thing, watch 'em bleed, they havin' a bad time)
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Prieto, Charlie Fullwood
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