I Know

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 niggas on corners we’re dreaming bigger
Back home for a bit
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
No L’s for the whip
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
Still testing your piss
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
I still got the heat on to do shit for the public
Rhyme with my guns up
Looking to get my funds up
To take it to the hood so these niggas can cheer the fuck up
Millionaire mind it looks fresh
Gotta stay forever down and remember to upset
Dubstep for a grand
That petty shit 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 niggas 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 nigga speak or decease
A gangsta only can judge by his crease
Nigga 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 niggas on corners we’re dreaming bigger
Back home for a bit
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
No L’s for the whip
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
Still testing your piss
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
I still got the heat on to do shit for the public
I suppose bringin it back to the actions niggas deplore about
Can have you lining up for a badge and gun I sort 'em out
Word of mouth can’t carry 'em
When niggas 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
Nigga 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 shit 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 niggas 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 niggas on corners we’re dreaming bigger
Back home for a bit
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
No L’s for the whip
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
Still testing your piss
Yeah I know nigga but fuck it
I still got the heat on to do shit for the public