Knxwledge (feat. JustiKe)
Feel like I'm grabbing dry sand the way that time is slipping
I ain't Persian more a fresh prince or king of being pensive
Write in compositions penciling in untangling all life's scribbles
Y'all b tripping skipping steps I'm elevating through these levels
Steady stimulating mentals
They say bodies is a temple
Love to get in these hoes house of worship
Cross through before they menstrual
Cycle from her to her friend every first and fifteenth like rent due
And like landlords I got a lot of tenants to tend to
It's F you if you ain't
No rubber bands but if you ain't match what you mention
It ain't fitted adjust it quick to snapback to release the tension
'Cause word to Gma I been on a mission Lord forgive me
It ain't the one that granny had picked then
But I was wise enough to listen
I keep the good and kick the bad out my system like Beckham
That's my advice on taking the advice that you gon be given
All the old heads ain't OGs make sure your jits know the difference
There's an uncle ice for every uncle Phil l can't learn how Mitch did (Nah)
Just tryna work what I got
Like a
Shorty with the braids laid on top of her waves
Bore me with that talk of 45's latest blunder
Shade me up under a luscious money tree upon a rainy day
Couldn't cut a corner if you gave me skates
Should've been a lawyer but my patience just ain't
Up to par so I'm remit bars and cadence to the bass (look)
Reroll the blacks in raw paper no bleach
Shorty off the backwoods put this joint in her teeth
Fam you wanting no beef I bet it's swine on your plate
Granny bought the barn now we raising the stakes
Forsaken mistakes, licking at my wounds and with grace
Set d'evils effortlessly up in their place
Bake my bread up and skate
From my head need escapes
At least once before that lil hand stand up twice a minute late
To kick that Bootsy Collins
I keep it funky like Ma Ruthie's collards
Truth in my eyelids
Move in silence like K and W in the knowledge.
You know I'm just
A minute late
Kicking that Bootsy Collins
I keep it funky like Ma Ruthie's collards
Truth in my eyelids
Move in silence like K and W in the knowledge
You know I'm JustiKe
I ain't Persian more a fresh prince or king of being pensive
Write in compositions penciling in untangling all life's scribbles
Y'all b tripping skipping steps I'm elevating through these levels
Steady stimulating mentals
They say bodies is a temple
Love to get in these hoes house of worship
Cross through before they menstrual
Cycle from her to her friend every first and fifteenth like rent due
And like landlords I got a lot of tenants to tend to
It's F you if you ain't
No rubber bands but if you ain't match what you mention
It ain't fitted adjust it quick to snapback to release the tension
'Cause word to Gma I been on a mission Lord forgive me
It ain't the one that granny had picked then
But I was wise enough to listen
I keep the good and kick the bad out my system like Beckham
That's my advice on taking the advice that you gon be given
All the old heads ain't OGs make sure your jits know the difference
There's an uncle ice for every uncle Phil l can't learn how Mitch did (Nah)
Just tryna work what I got
Like a
Shorty with the braids laid on top of her waves
Bore me with that talk of 45's latest blunder
Shade me up under a luscious money tree upon a rainy day
Couldn't cut a corner if you gave me skates
Should've been a lawyer but my patience just ain't
Up to par so I'm remit bars and cadence to the bass (look)
Reroll the blacks in raw paper no bleach
Shorty off the backwoods put this joint in her teeth
Fam you wanting no beef I bet it's swine on your plate
Granny bought the barn now we raising the stakes
Forsaken mistakes, licking at my wounds and with grace
Set d'evils effortlessly up in their place
Bake my bread up and skate
From my head need escapes
At least once before that lil hand stand up twice a minute late
To kick that Bootsy Collins
I keep it funky like Ma Ruthie's collards
Truth in my eyelids
Move in silence like K and W in the knowledge.
You know I'm just
A minute late
Kicking that Bootsy Collins
I keep it funky like Ma Ruthie's collards
Truth in my eyelids
Move in silence like K and W in the knowledge
You know I'm JustiKe
Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Rivera
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