Kent M$ney - I Know lyrics
*PLEASE EDIT ANY MISTAKES Gold rings and gold chains for the family I get it Top floors out in Miami I live it This for my gunners, hustling for the come-up All my A1 n***as on corners we're dreaming bigger Back home for a bit Yeah I know n***a but f** it No L's for the whip Yeah I know n***a but f** it Still testing your piss Yeah I know n***a but f** it I still got the heat on to do sh** for the public Rhyme with my guns up Looking to get my funds up To take it to the hood so these n***as can cheer the f** up Millionaire mind [?] it looks fresh Gotta stay forever down and remember to upset Dubstep for a grand That petty sh** hand to hand Real kings never touch it Don't spend your money in public A lotta whispering eyes might tell the people your secret It's some Gs and some hoes However you n***as keep it Fell in love with a stripper She fell in love with my name We tried to weather the storm But she told me she love the rain Clear the train, hoes sweep up Dissipate til you keep up You're tangled in the weave you be sowing Now meet the reaper On that corner alley block Ave Hit it for a dollar I wasn't suited for school But it's crackin under my scholar Throw a holla when you see a n***a speak or decease A gangsta only can judge by his crease n***a please Gold rings and gold chains for the family I get it Top floors out in Miami I live it This for my gunners, hustling for the come-up All my A1 n***as on corners we're dreaming bigger Back home for a bit Yeah I know n***a but f** it No L's for the whip Yeah I know n***a but f** it Still testing your piss Yeah I know n***a but f** it I still got the heat on to do sh** for the public I suppose bringin it back to the actions n***as deplore about Can have you lining up for a badge and gun I sort 'em out Word of mouth can't carry 'em When n***as are sweet Pull they last straw before we bury 'em Sicker than sanitariums I swear I be more cash, I swear I need Fighting for the right to be king n***a I swear I bleed Of course switching it back might incarcerate me Got the cards playin it's mine Where's the problems with me Know I gotta oversee and God bless my angels They tried to block the route So we send 'em from different angles I know most don't believe in that true sh** when you speak it But they can trust in He and that Coop that don't keep it Leasin' it to believe in ain't reason enough to need And the reason they feel they do 'Cause reflections don't show a you (?) I'm just young Being me with my n***as who choose to write Fall deep in that casket if you framed through suicide Gold rings and gold chains for the family I get it Top floors out in Miami I live it This for my gunners, hustling for the come-up All my A1 n***as on corners we're dreaming bigger Back home for a bit Yeah I know n***a but f** it No L's for the whip Yeah I know n***a but f** it Still testing your piss Yeah I know n***a but f** it I still got the heat on to do sh** for the public