Knock it Awf
Some on you niggas is feds
Got mislead
Criss and crossed
I don't know if you're off the meds
Dropped on your head
Or niggas just lost
If you were worried bout bread
You wouldn't really care how much it cost
You niggas need to knock it off
Really need to knock it off
Off of his rocker
He off of the rock
Been hard to tell if he's sober or not
Pardon the smell
Brody higher than heaven
But on the way down it be harder than hell
Skinny and frail
Instead of worried bout the mental
They just go throw him in jail
Try to prevail
It could be so simple
But they all want us to fail
They got your life
Your money
Your name
But they don't really ever got your back
How much it cost
The price of fame
Don't want the answer, don't ask
People they pay with their whole ass
As for me, they can suck on my gonads
As for her, she can go head and throw that
I'm just tryna stay grounded like door mats
Watch your mouth before I wash it out
Just for talking that shit you be talking bout
Never clocking out when we open shop
Never sold my soul but sold some rock
Learned now to get it off Goldie locks
Everything I got know my Brody got
Off of 40 block, Let the 40 pop
Never run from a nigga like 40 Glock
Some on you niggas is feds
Got mislead
Criss and crossed
I don't know if you're off the meds
Dropped on your head
Or niggas just lost
If you were worried bout bread
You wouldn't really care how much it cost
You niggas need to knock it off
Really need to knock it off
I beg you to stop, nigga quit it
You ain't making no money or living
Don't wanna work, I don't get it
You ain't serving no purpose, just chilling
Taking up space
Streets stay with me, I'm paving the way
Gimme bout 50 I'll make up the space
Ain't no time to waste
Gotta make up for the day
I didn't come to play
You could tell by my face
Stop it
All I know is profit
Logically I will acknowledge
I done had some spending habits
That done got me into problems
Difference between you and me
Is that I was able to stop em
Don't know how they never got him
Feel I made it out of Gotham
Some on you niggas is feds
Got mislead
Criss and crossed
I don't know if you're off the meds
Dropped on your head
Or niggas just lost
If you were worried bout bread
You wouldn't really care how much it cost
You niggas need to knock it off
Really need to knock it off
Got mislead
Criss and crossed
I don't know if you're off the meds
Dropped on your head
Or niggas just lost
If you were worried bout bread
You wouldn't really care how much it cost
You niggas need to knock it off
Really need to knock it off
Off of his rocker
He off of the rock
Been hard to tell if he's sober or not
Pardon the smell
Brody higher than heaven
But on the way down it be harder than hell
Skinny and frail
Instead of worried bout the mental
They just go throw him in jail
Try to prevail
It could be so simple
But they all want us to fail
They got your life
Your money
Your name
But they don't really ever got your back
How much it cost
The price of fame
Don't want the answer, don't ask
People they pay with their whole ass
As for me, they can suck on my gonads
As for her, she can go head and throw that
I'm just tryna stay grounded like door mats
Watch your mouth before I wash it out
Just for talking that shit you be talking bout
Never clocking out when we open shop
Never sold my soul but sold some rock
Learned now to get it off Goldie locks
Everything I got know my Brody got
Off of 40 block, Let the 40 pop
Never run from a nigga like 40 Glock
Some on you niggas is feds
Got mislead
Criss and crossed
I don't know if you're off the meds
Dropped on your head
Or niggas just lost
If you were worried bout bread
You wouldn't really care how much it cost
You niggas need to knock it off
Really need to knock it off
I beg you to stop, nigga quit it
You ain't making no money or living
Don't wanna work, I don't get it
You ain't serving no purpose, just chilling
Taking up space
Streets stay with me, I'm paving the way
Gimme bout 50 I'll make up the space
Ain't no time to waste
Gotta make up for the day
I didn't come to play
You could tell by my face
Stop it
All I know is profit
Logically I will acknowledge
I done had some spending habits
That done got me into problems
Difference between you and me
Is that I was able to stop em
Don't know how they never got him
Feel I made it out of Gotham
Some on you niggas is feds
Got mislead
Criss and crossed
I don't know if you're off the meds
Dropped on your head
Or niggas just lost
If you were worried bout bread
You wouldn't really care how much it cost
You niggas need to knock it off
Really need to knock it off
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Writer(s): Corey Griffin, William Hayes
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