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(I kno) You already know, if you don't you gon' understand today (chorus) And I kno You ain't never met a nigga like me, and you probably never will I put that on my OG and I kno None of these other niggas seen the shit I see, they don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by enemies? and I kno All them bitches with me, do be hella bad, hit the mall and blow a stash, call it blowin' money fast I kno, they hatin', and I kno, and they waitin', for me to fall off, that'll be never dog From the bottom to the top, I came a long way Used to sip them quarter juices, now it's Rose Now that 'Mero sittin' whiter than some Colgate Baby mama trippin, she do shit the wrong way Fuck a game I love ya *something* for the court case What you know bout makin' money at a fast pace Yeah I know them feds steady watching niggas My youngest play with guns like some action figures Bet I know how to make this money a triple flipper Only breakin bread with the realest niggas Wake up in the morning greet a bad bitch Fuck her once and then I focus where the cash is Lacing up my Gucci's at the Grab 10 I gotta stay safe bring the Mac 10 And I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid I keep that pistol in my carry-on (chorus) And I kno You ain't never met a nigga like me, and you probably never will I put that on my OG and I kno None of these other niggas seen the shit I see, they don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by enemies? and I kno All them bitches with me, do be hella bad, hit the mall and blow a stash, call it blowin' money fast I kno, they hatin', and I kno, and they waitin', for me to fall off, that'll be never dog They told me when you getting money boy them niggas hate Stackin paper, 23, I'm thinkin' real estate *something* When I'm driving we don't renovate Get money, my niggas stuck in a real estate call me about my government when I be at the bank talkin' figures, nigga half a million ben franks Heard them niggas kinda mad, that's a bitch place Long as my pistol on me, I go to your bitch place Think I really give a fuck bout all you pussy niggas Countin paper screamin' fuck all of you pussy niggas I swear I'm ballin' til my last breath brand new prezzy on me call that fucker sudden death I tell my bitch to keep on suckin til' there's nothing left *something* a girl, I just make'em into grand theft Yeah, and I know they want me dead and gone Paranoid I keep that chopper in my carry-on (chorus) And I kno You ain't never met a nigga like me, and you probably never will I put that on my OG and I kno None of these other niggas seen the shit I see, they don't hustle like I hustle, get the shit by enemies? and I kno All them bitches with me, do be hella bad, hit the mall and blow a stash, call it blowin' money fast I kno, they hatin', and I kno, and they waitin', for me to fall off, that'll be never dog |