I Know
Loyalty and honor the money ain't above that My nigga holla love a nigga holla love back
In the hood shootin' dice gotta hit the club strap
City breed cold blood soul bleed mud black Niggas biddedliftin pitchin' on the strip
Feed up with the ox block biscuit on my hip They want me to slave I turn a killer in this shit
Middle finger to the opps we blowin' zilla in this bitch
Knockers comin' focus you don't see the car You soft you easy boy you gon' live it hard
You slouch you sleepin' shorty you ain't here ta mob There's a million ways to get it whore go and get a job
I gotta stay from round all these hatin' ass busters They just wanna see me down make me hate motherfuckers
Only fuck with the real 'cause the fake don't trust us Forty-five blue steel thirty-eight block blocka it's the 410
You know I'm stickin' to the code From the alley to the strip the caddies with the dips and vogues
For my niggas behind bricks and my niggas in them holes For my niggas that rob shit and get it with the stove
'Cause ah nigga know I swear to God I know Money need more I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow 'Cause ah nigga know I swear to God I know
Boy money need more I bet it all I blow I bet it all I blow
Nah it ain't no givin' up I'm still here I'ma live it up
Grind hard yeah get it up mobbed up I don't give a fuck I got mine you ain't got yours what's wrong bruh
Go get you one ten toes down this world's yours It's money out go get you some represent that shit you from
And if a nigga rattin' you ain't whack his ass Look here bitch you dumb shit is in my soul nigga
I'm on the road nigga out of town With a bad bitch we diggin' gold nigga
Money ain't your conversation miss me with your topic Niggas actin' like bitches blowin' swishas while they gossip
Heard he got some low numbers hot might be the knockers Niggas said that he told somethin' might be why they rocked him
A man can't make a man hustler can't take a chance Real nigga make his self first then you shake his hand
Sneak dissin brush it off haters hate fuck them all Get money above the law strapped up I'm fuckin' mobbed
'Cause a nigga know I swear to God I know Money need more I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow 'Cause a nigga know I swear to God I know
Who mobbin' in this bitch money need more I know all I know is this Mafiosa shit Doc I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow
In the hood shootin' dice gotta hit the club strap
City breed cold blood soul bleed mud black Niggas biddedliftin pitchin' on the strip
Feed up with the ox block biscuit on my hip They want me to slave I turn a killer in this shit
Middle finger to the opps we blowin' zilla in this bitch
Knockers comin' focus you don't see the car You soft you easy boy you gon' live it hard
You slouch you sleepin' shorty you ain't here ta mob There's a million ways to get it whore go and get a job
I gotta stay from round all these hatin' ass busters They just wanna see me down make me hate motherfuckers
Only fuck with the real 'cause the fake don't trust us Forty-five blue steel thirty-eight block blocka it's the 410
You know I'm stickin' to the code From the alley to the strip the caddies with the dips and vogues
For my niggas behind bricks and my niggas in them holes For my niggas that rob shit and get it with the stove
'Cause ah nigga know I swear to God I know Money need more I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow 'Cause ah nigga know I swear to God I know
Boy money need more I bet it all I blow I bet it all I blow
Nah it ain't no givin' up I'm still here I'ma live it up
Grind hard yeah get it up mobbed up I don't give a fuck I got mine you ain't got yours what's wrong bruh
Go get you one ten toes down this world's yours It's money out go get you some represent that shit you from
And if a nigga rattin' you ain't whack his ass Look here bitch you dumb shit is in my soul nigga
I'm on the road nigga out of town With a bad bitch we diggin' gold nigga
Money ain't your conversation miss me with your topic Niggas actin' like bitches blowin' swishas while they gossip
Heard he got some low numbers hot might be the knockers Niggas said that he told somethin' might be why they rocked him
A man can't make a man hustler can't take a chance Real nigga make his self first then you shake his hand
Sneak dissin brush it off haters hate fuck them all Get money above the law strapped up I'm fuckin' mobbed
'Cause a nigga know I swear to God I know Money need more I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow 'Cause a nigga know I swear to God I know
Who mobbin' in this bitch money need more I know all I know is this Mafiosa shit Doc I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow
I bet it all I blow
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Writer(s): John Jones
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