Kno B0ut !T
Whatchu kno whatchu know about it
Whatchu kno whatchu kno bout it
Y'all don't fw me all y'all carbon copies
It's the same drip it's the same bitches
It's the same shit I was really trippin
And my brother man he ain't really listen
Oh you got ice man? We get to rippin
Yeah we really get to rippin that shit
Ay I really get to whippin that bitch
And my back tires they skirt out
And my bad bitch she skirt out
And the Feds man we duck out
For the money man we never run out
I do this all on my own
I really do this all on my own
I ain't had help from nobody
I ain't had support from nobody
Momma taught me one thing, life's a bitch
If these drugs taught me one thing, ima smoke before I think ay
I gotta really rap to think
I was in the tank deep down with nothing to my name
I felt like I had chains on my feet
I felt like I had bullet holes on my soles
I felt like I ain't had a soul
I feel like I ain't had a smile in so long
I feel like I ain't gon see a throne
No hooks no chorus I spit vomit
I really trapped out piano keys like Chopín
I really be studying neuroscience and shit
Calculus in my head
Gun full of lead
Drugs in my system
Whatchu kno whatchu kno bout it
Y'all don't fw me all y'all carbon copies
It's the same drip it's the same bitches
It's the same shit I was really trippin
And my brother man he ain't really listen
Oh you got ice man? We get to rippin
Yeah we really get to rippin that shit
Ay I really get to whippin that bitch
And my back tires they skirt out
And my bad bitch she skirt out
And the Feds man we duck out
For the money man we never run out
I do this all on my own
I really do this all on my own
I ain't had help from nobody
I ain't had support from nobody
Momma taught me one thing, life's a bitch
If these drugs taught me one thing, ima smoke before I think ay
I gotta really rap to think
I was in the tank deep down with nothing to my name
I felt like I had chains on my feet
I felt like I had bullet holes on my soles
I felt like I ain't had a soul
I feel like I ain't had a smile in so long
I feel like I ain't gon see a throne
No hooks no chorus I spit vomit
I really trapped out piano keys like Chopín
I really be studying neuroscience and shit
Calculus in my head
Gun full of lead
Drugs in my system
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Writer(s): Oscar Osuna
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