I Know

[Verse 1]

I woke up in the state of mind that I was glad to be in
Had mental battles with demons, really had to practice shit I was preaching
From liquor facing, blunt steaming in and all through [?]
Facing the odds while I'm just trying to break even
Shit is crazy, truth is everybody's going to hurt you
Just got to choose the one's that's worth hurting for
The more problems, the more you earning boy
That's why I do shit on purpose I know they hate to see
Rumors try breaking me because a great is what I'm aimed to be
I know the real on how these fuck niggas do you
Some shit I keep my ears glued to, know my get back is crucial
Shit that I used to do the maneuver this G stunting
True youngin' that's why I think twice before I do something
Life lessons from the shit that I noticed
And if I wrote it, nothing's ever watered down or sugar coated
From the soul how I approach it feel the shit that I'm kicking
It's real wisdom here me out for a minute, just listen

[Hook]
The same nigga 'til the day that I'm gone
And still the same until I'm up with the most high
You tell me that you'll hold me down if you want
Cause I don't need that fake shit by my side
You say you will but I know that you won't
You dead for me for a nigga through hard times
Therefore I'd rather be on my own
At least I know just how you really feel inside
Nigga I know, I know, y'all niggas don't love me
Nigga I know, I know, y'all bitches don't love me
I know

[Verse 2]

Because lately really I've been on some different shit
Attitude ignorant for old hoes I used to kick it with
Exchange far as intimate while still with your main
Yeah and some change fly realized we ain't vibing the same it's strange
At least for you, cause as for me it's a different story
For hoes I was adoring, that ain't really do nothing for me
Y'all niggas [?] that ain't in my description
Cuffing these birds instead of plucking these pigeons, y'all niggas trippin'
I got better things to focus on, these 100's and open palms
When my career is gone, legacy still be living strong
Lost in these streets, play my part and critique
So when that pen hit that sheet that's me giving you me
Rather provide you with these bars while I adapt to the beat
Than to be behind them bars with shit attached to my feet
Call it a gift, God power didn't lighten my rifts
And in December hold me down while I'm just writing this shit
Niggas was aiming at my lane but just so happend they missed
That drama lurking still the motive though and stick to the script
Remain focused, blowing something potent a nigga floating
To do my thing, the reason I was chosen

[Hook]