Wana Be Known
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Uh
You wana be known for greatness
Or be known for being hated
Eyes peeled
Yea I See a lot
But I don't say shit
Dior Savage
Yea I Got her drawn off my fragrance
Don't care about em hatin
I tell myself congratulations
Yeah
See a lot of tails tucked
Big dogs turned into pups
Trust
She gone fuck with you cause you up
Ain't got nothing to do wit luck
Even when it's thick
It's West side I'm throwing up
Seen em popped at twenty one
I guess he Should've been more savage
My bitch think I'm with some hoes
Told her now I'm keepin ratchets
Niggas play the fence
You gone end up with ya brains Splattered
No one on my side moving regular
They move like trained assassins
Loses tragic
Typa L's to make you go and hop in traffic
Searchin for them niggas that you know lack
Hackin niggas worse then Shaq
Just to get our hands on stacks
Turning Vegas into Chiraq
We was tired of driving by saks
Without a sack
So I put a end to that
Conscience did me bad
So this gas
I put it in a wrap
Casamigos in my lap
I pour these sins into a glass
Wrapping rubber bands around this cash
While She twerkin ass
And All I do is think about my path
Then I just Sit back and crack a laugh
Niggas thought I'd end up dead by the time I got to twenty-eight
You wana be known for greatness
Or be known for being hated
Eyes peeled
Yeah I see a lot
But I don't say shit
Dior Savage
Yea I Got her drawn off my fragrance
Don't care about em hatin
I tell myself congratulations
See a lot of tails tucked
Big dogs turned into pups
Trust
She gone fuck with you cause you up
Nothing to do with luck
Even when it's thick
It's West side that I'm throwing up
Stick on my shift
Automatic if I'm thirty eight
Working hard and still got fired
Couldnt plead my case
Should've let this glock speak
Cause it has a way
Of making what I say
Resonate
Fuck around retaliate
Naw I ain't gone do it
Ima put my feelings in this music
Bros over hoes
Naw
I think that it's money over those
Cause empty pockets is as far as loyalty will go
Can't believe how much support they show
For who they don't know
Went to school wit me but never share a post
Thought I made it
Cause I got a text from flex
But it was automated
Hopped up in my feelings
Then got motivated
Twisted up a swisher
Then got hella faded
When I lit the tip
A lot of bars
Cause these my magazine clips
You ain't gone get rich cause that's what you wish
Niggas be a trip
Think they spit
But I'm in the booth
Wild-n-out
Like Charlie Clipse
Uh
You wana be known for greatness
Or be known for being hated
Eyes peeled
Yea I See a lot
But I don't say shit
Dior Savage
Yea I Got her drawn off my fragrance
Don't care about em hatin
I tell myself congratulations
Yeah
See a lot of tails tucked
Big dogs turned into pups
Trust
She gone fuck with you cause you up
Ain't got nothing to do wit luck
Even when it's thick
It's West side I'm throwing up
Seen em popped at twenty one
I guess he Should've been more savage
My bitch think I'm with some hoes
Told her now I'm keepin ratchets
Niggas play the fence
You gone end up with ya brains Splattered
No one on my side moving regular
They move like trained assassins
Loses tragic
Typa L's to make you go and hop in traffic
Searchin for them niggas that you know lack
Hackin niggas worse then Shaq
Just to get our hands on stacks
Turning Vegas into Chiraq
We was tired of driving by saks
Without a sack
So I put a end to that
Conscience did me bad
So this gas
I put it in a wrap
Casamigos in my lap
I pour these sins into a glass
Wrapping rubber bands around this cash
While She twerkin ass
And All I do is think about my path
Then I just Sit back and crack a laugh
Niggas thought I'd end up dead by the time I got to twenty-eight
You wana be known for greatness
Or be known for being hated
Eyes peeled
Yeah I see a lot
But I don't say shit
Dior Savage
Yea I Got her drawn off my fragrance
Don't care about em hatin
I tell myself congratulations
See a lot of tails tucked
Big dogs turned into pups
Trust
She gone fuck with you cause you up
Nothing to do with luck
Even when it's thick
It's West side that I'm throwing up
Stick on my shift
Automatic if I'm thirty eight
Working hard and still got fired
Couldnt plead my case
Should've let this glock speak
Cause it has a way
Of making what I say
Resonate
Fuck around retaliate
Naw I ain't gone do it
Ima put my feelings in this music
Bros over hoes
Naw
I think that it's money over those
Cause empty pockets is as far as loyalty will go
Can't believe how much support they show
For who they don't know
Went to school wit me but never share a post
Thought I made it
Cause I got a text from flex
But it was automated
Hopped up in my feelings
Then got motivated
Twisted up a swisher
Then got hella faded
When I lit the tip
A lot of bars
Cause these my magazine clips
You ain't gone get rich cause that's what you wish
Niggas be a trip
Think they spit
But I'm in the booth
Wild-n-out
Like Charlie Clipse
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Smiley Jr.
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