Shawn Chrystopher - Known That lyrics

(Verse 1) n***a back in high school we would move a hundred every day And leftover packs got stashed in the stairways Until my n***a dropped knowledge said focus on the airwaves Told me I could get a ticket for a walk through and some airplay So now I'm writing 16's Started off painting my dreams Now I be writing my wrongs Cashing my checks off these songs Now my waiter bring them hand towels with tongs Its been so long that a n***a been on You move in a telly, I move in a home Turn a bottle of Dom to my personal bong Why you broke? You been living rehearsal too long I'm talking lights camera action Tax them another five for the fashion My b**h look like runway My best friend look like Gunplay I can make a church go quiet on a Sunday Maserati U-turn on a one-way Make a teacher miss school on a Monday Young n***a booming flow hotter than a sun ray Shawn Chrys, b**h [Hook] When I hit my lick I be swearing I'm done with this foolish sh** But I'm ducked in the back with my k**ers we screaming out “Who you With?” Like damn they want me to fall They keep praying to God, I picked up the call They say go to church, pulled up at the mall Your main b**h just called, but I bet you ain't know that No, no, no, no, no, no I bet you ain't know that No, no, no, no, no, no They want me to fail, they want me to fall They keep praying to God, I picked up the call They say go to church, pulled up at the mall Your main b**h just called, but I bet you ain't know that [Verse 2] n***a I'm all about the money if you ain't we don't need to speak And yeah, your b**h sent a pic I ain't open it til next week You got a show tonight you know that I'mma miss it Cause I'm riding round looking for ATM's with no limits Clocking digits, broke up with my b**h Arguing making me sick Maybe if that made me some money I might entertain It just end with a headache I don't need no pain Just lobster and shrimp A redbone that walk in and strip My homegirl do bottle service I look at her a** and it's not on purpose If she catch me it might be worth it Sex with no strings attached man that might be perfect She ready to leave but she know she working DJ played my sh** man I know she heard it God damn, Hallelujah If you ain't putting nothing in, it's nothing to ya If you ain't making money, I guess I never knew ya I told that b**h I'm everything but not a loser I had to tell the judge no ma'am I'm not the shooter Left the court, hop in the whip with the shooter He asked how it went, I like n***a ain't I free? I'm fast and strike quick I'm the new Ali They like 'lately you rap like it's you times three' I'm glad finally you realize that you not me I'm a God I'm a muhf**in' God [Hook] When I hit my lick I be swearing I'm done with this foolish sh** But I'm ducked in the back with my k**ers we screaming out “Who you With?” Like damn they want me to fall They keep praying to God, I picked up the call They say go to church, pulled up at the mall Your main b**h just called, but I bet you ain't know that No, no, no, no, no, no I bet you ain't know that No, no, no, no, no, no They want me to fail, they want me to fall They keep praying to God, I picked up the call They say go to church, pulled up at the mall Your main b**h just called, but I bet you ain't know that