Know Enough
Yee, yee
Shout-out Big Tex Johnny
'Nother one
Look, 52-card pickup
Shuffling my thoughts like when did your heart switch up?
I'm calling all your bluffs, no more sugarcoating cavities
A lot of y'all lack the focus to float in zero gravity
Scrolling and screen flicking is keeping your dream distant
Which one of y'all really at it though? I don't mean mentions
I been having flows, my condition is pre-existing
My step two's to get my nephews that free tuition
I'm trying to build it in three dimensions
You study blueprints but do you apply the learnings?
You're either an idol or just idle, your tires turning?
Was tuned in watching Dončić in the bubble while writing sermons with vices burning
That's how I be pacing life
Copped my first crib in February, just the basic type
The walls are still empty though, I'm trying to fill the spaces right
We heard them other guys, goodness gracious like
Could you please shed light on what you base the hype?
For me it's deeper than the Off-White, Bapester, Nike
I got a gift to honor, I know niggas facing plight
Willing to kill for opportunities and have
For the lack thereof but they don't make a point to brag
They're some underground kings like when Bun was joining Chad, coining the lingo
And I would never hit the club just wanting to mingle
They say don't mix pleasure with business
What if business is my only pleasure?
Ridded myself of doubt and worrying I won't impress ya
A body here, body there, boy I'm going Hefner for a reason
Momma's retirement's severely underfunded, we've been
Discussing next steps, give a fuck about excess
'Cause if I fail to clear a path for her in her golden years
Then what is it all worth? My religion's hard work
And the growth is grassroots like some fuckin' yardwork
If I were to fall off the face of Earth, wouldn't y'all smirk? What a relief it would be
If God is real I swear he speaking through me
You boys better off just leaving me be, I tried to told ya
'Cause every track I'm touching I ran like Ayatollah
There's a star quality 'bout me like planets that light the solar up
I might take 290 east to where you know what's up
When styrofoam is out of stock, they pour inside a Solo Cup
And I swear this time we goin' up
I don't know it all but I know enough
Shout-out Big Tex Johnny
'Nother one
Look, 52-card pickup
Shuffling my thoughts like when did your heart switch up?
I'm calling all your bluffs, no more sugarcoating cavities
A lot of y'all lack the focus to float in zero gravity
Scrolling and screen flicking is keeping your dream distant
Which one of y'all really at it though? I don't mean mentions
I been having flows, my condition is pre-existing
My step two's to get my nephews that free tuition
I'm trying to build it in three dimensions
You study blueprints but do you apply the learnings?
You're either an idol or just idle, your tires turning?
Was tuned in watching Dončić in the bubble while writing sermons with vices burning
That's how I be pacing life
Copped my first crib in February, just the basic type
The walls are still empty though, I'm trying to fill the spaces right
We heard them other guys, goodness gracious like
Could you please shed light on what you base the hype?
For me it's deeper than the Off-White, Bapester, Nike
I got a gift to honor, I know niggas facing plight
Willing to kill for opportunities and have
For the lack thereof but they don't make a point to brag
They're some underground kings like when Bun was joining Chad, coining the lingo
And I would never hit the club just wanting to mingle
They say don't mix pleasure with business
What if business is my only pleasure?
Ridded myself of doubt and worrying I won't impress ya
A body here, body there, boy I'm going Hefner for a reason
Momma's retirement's severely underfunded, we've been
Discussing next steps, give a fuck about excess
'Cause if I fail to clear a path for her in her golden years
Then what is it all worth? My religion's hard work
And the growth is grassroots like some fuckin' yardwork
If I were to fall off the face of Earth, wouldn't y'all smirk? What a relief it would be
If God is real I swear he speaking through me
You boys better off just leaving me be, I tried to told ya
'Cause every track I'm touching I ran like Ayatollah
There's a star quality 'bout me like planets that light the solar up
I might take 290 east to where you know what's up
When styrofoam is out of stock, they pour inside a Solo Cup
And I swear this time we goin' up
I don't know it all but I know enough
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Writer(s): Weston Westbrooks
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