I Know Lyrics

I know

That the streets getting cold

I know I gotta keep my pole

When I'm outta onna road

Nigga prolly want me gone

FYCK that shit I can't go

Drop me off inna jungle and leave me Thea

I feel like boosie

2021 I went to jail for distribution

Took some losses But I'm good

Yung nigga got back to it

Feeling like I'm noonie I can't lie

My cool I'm really losing

Yunging don't b stupid Neva trust a bx

They all choosing

Love my pops w all my heart

encourage me From institution

Hit a lick and told the bitch don't move

Got pop cuz he was moving

On my shit They thank I signed a deal

But Ian even do it

Niggas spinning And we get the blame

That's shit b confusing

Fuck a bitch If she get inna middle

Then leave her on ha booty

All these drugs I b abusing

Purple shit I b polluting

Slip and die Bitch I'm refusing

30 stick watch how I use it

Nigga say that ima bitch

Ain't talking spitta nigga prove it

For I let a Nigga take me

Ima spray and that's on doody

Smoking moonrocks And rolling out the p

Bx I b zooted

We giving tune ups So hop up inna car

And watch I tune it

I know

That the streets getting cold

I know I gotta keep my pole

When I'm outta onna road

Nigga prolly want me gone

FYCK that shit I can't go

I know these Niggas theon like me for no reason

I know Ms.Tina want me to talk to the preacher

But momo wats the reason

Inna streets I'm still deep in

For my respect

I'm bound to leave one onna cement

Back to back I'm rolling up

I'm thinking bout my uncle Kedrick

Ghost town Wea I was teathing

Elementary silver teeth

For that bag bx I get up

Just picked up 8 racks on seiegen

Get yo shake back

Nigga pushed yo potna face back

For that cheese

Na I'm up I know they hate that

Be in Cali throwing cs

Plug came w 50 ps

So I fronted like 15

Gorilla glue wat I b smoking I b high as I can b

All black what I b tottie on my hip

Bitch don't u see

24 clip inna p,

Inna hood Wea it's good

I den master minded it

Bitch u couldn't catch up if u could

Mama always always did provide

Just like my pops

Whan b the plug

Jumped inna streets I seen bullets fly

And niggas lose blood

I seen niggas cross they mans

I swea that ain't Waddup

Stolen glock a nigga plucked em

Legal rods wat we clutch

Whole team getting bands

That's cous In god we trust

Whole team getting bands

That's cous Im god we trust

I know

That the streets getting cold

I know I gotta keep my pole

When I'm outta onna road

Nigga prolly want me gone

FYCK that shit I can't go

I know these Niggas theon like me for no reason

I know Ms.Tina want me to talk to the preacher

But momo wats the reason

Inna streets I'm still deep in

For my respect

I'm bound to leave one onna cement