Now They Know

I did it right this time, I'm coming with some shit you ain't heard
To find another nigga spitting like your boy is absurd
I make a nigga stop and think like when T.I use big words
I'm dropping lit shit like some dodo birds with flaming hot turds

You're getting out of line, I bet we'll put you back in your place
I make the truth rhyme like I'm Johnny Cochran on a case
Your favorite rapper probably out here tired of lying to your face
They tryna keep up with your boy but happiness's what I chase

And they know
I'm going hard, blowing smoke out my nose
I have my fun but I'm straight on them hoes
I see 'em struggle so I help and they grow

Hey shawty, I got soul for the low
I'm chilling hard like a Canada breeze
I get more blessings than the pope when he sneeze
I treat the haters like the COVID disease

Back, back and give yourself 50 feet (when they see me they know)
They know, they know, they know
When they see me, they know
They know, they know, they know

When they see me, they know
They know, they know, they know
When they see me, they know
They know, they know, they know
When they see me, they know

See I'm the type of man to have my cake and eat on it too
Now watch me work it out and flex and still look better than you
Bitch, I'm lit like the first spark that started the sun
Plus I'm right with God hater so I already won

I shake you niggas off me like the bottom bag of some reggie
I fucked that girl 'til she delirious and raw like I'm Eddy
And she's so thick when she FaceTime me dawg the phone get heavy
I put the whispers in her ear and she let me rock steady

And they know
I'm going hard, blowing smoke out my nose
I have my fun but I'm straight on them hoes
I see 'em struggle so I help and they grow

Hey shawty, I got soul for the low
I'm chilling hard like a Canada breeze
I get more blessings than the pope when he sneeze
I treat the haters like the COVID disease
Back, back and give your boy 50 feet

I stay on my toes through my highs and my lows
I've been working on my grind and I'm just glad that it shows
Most these niggas be hoes, they're just faking their pose
I would love to tell you different but hey, that's how it goes

Only thing that I need is my bag and my weed
And I bet I'll make it work, you know it's something up my sleeve
Yeah, I'm taking the lead, bitch, you better take heed
And I can't stop while ahead 'cause I'm immune to the greed

And they know
I'm going hard, blowing smoke out my nose
I have my fun but I'm straight on them hoes
I see 'em struggle so I help and they grow
Hey shawty, I got soul for the low

I'm chilling hard like a Canada breeze
I get more blessings than the pope when he sneeze
I treat the haters like the COVID disease
Back, back and give your boy 50 feet



Credits
Writer(s): Rudy Marks
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