Known That

(Verse 1)
Nigga back in high school we would move a hundred every day
And leftover packs got stashed in the stairways
Until my nigga 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 nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga booming flow hotter than a sun ray
Shawn Chrys, bitch

[Hook]
When I hit my lick I be swearing I’m done with this foolish shit
But I’m ducked in the back with my killers 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 bitch 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 bitch just called, but I bet you ain’t know that

[Verse 2]
Nigga I’m all about the money if you ain't we don’t need to speak
And yeah, your bitch 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 bitch
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 ass 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 shit 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 bitch 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 nigga 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 muhfuckin' God

[Hook]
When I hit my lick I be swearing I’m done with this foolish shit
But I’m ducked in the back with my killers 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 bitch 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 bitch just called, but I bet you ain’t know that