Already Knowing Lyrics

And I'm knowin' you busy, bro, I don't be trippin' I only be worried bout business

Ain't no point to be worried bout bitches

I want pointers on both of my wrists

You can pick any beat, I'ma kill it

Green light, call G and he mixing

Everything in these streets, I done did it

But my only difference is I went to prison

And I'm already knowin' you sittin I gotta go get it We fightin' your sentence

Matter of fact, tell them bitches free whoa

I get rich enough, I'ma go get em

But my heart gettin' cold, as a blizzard

Used to be me and my niggas

But my heart gettin' cold, as December I might Put that heat on a nigga

And I'm knowin' these niggas be women I'm Venting to Redz , he want me to kill em

We was like family, close to my heart and you Damaged me

I couldn't picture you switchin' I went to prison, My niggas was dippin

Bitches went missing, all is forgiven

This is the life of a savage

PTSD from my past, I'm keepin' my distance

R.I.P. murder, that man was a great

Feel like we losin' the real to the fake

I'm way too loyal, I can't be no snake

But I got a bunch of different cruddy ways

Last Nigga that played with my name in a grave

I ain't even kill him, he died in the way

That was his karma speak on the Don and it cost Ya

Everybody gotta pay, I don't care what anybody Gotta say

You wasn't there when I was in the cage

I need a few million dollars in the safe

Gotta prepare cause you can die today

Niggas knowin' I'm the one with the sound

Everybody started comin' around

Me and dummy gotta hold on them pounds

Run it up, it is you holdin' me down, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy

Run it up, but is you runnin' your section Everywhere a nigga go, they respect me

Bitches lovin' me, that ain't even met me

I ain't touchin' her, I just want that necky

I might fuck her with a bitch if she let me

I put her on a lick if she ready

Bro you knowing all these bitches be petty

And I'm knowin' you busy, bro, I don't be trippin

I only be worried about business Ain't no point in be worried about bitches

I want pointers on both of my wrists

You can pick any beat, I'ma kill it

Green light, call G and he mixin'

Everything in these streets, I done did it

But my only difference is I went to prison

And I'm already knowin' you sittin

I gotta go get it, we fightin' your sentence

Matter of fact, tell them bitches free whoa

I get rich enough, I'ma go get em'

But my heart gettin' cold as a blizzard

Used to be me and my niggas

But my heart gettin' cold as December

I might put that heat on a nigga

You ain't see what I see, ain't shit you can tell me

Smokin' on green and it's keepin' me healthy

You know I ain't green it ain't shit you can sell me

I come from the bottom, the basement, the cellar And I had a problem, I hated my celly

I had a whole lot of plays he was tellin

I tried to put my whole blade in his belly

Wherever I see him, that's where I'ma get him

Glock twenty three or a three fifty seven ayy

They my two favorite weapons

And I first seen them when I was eleven

R.I.P. D know he with me in heaven

He swept the streets like he needed a broom

I got a leach she be cleanin' my wounds

Her Nigga weak and she needed a goon

She was a freak and she needed a room

You know I'm the mob and I don't do motels

I hit that bitch in the hotel, oh well

I got a pipe and I'm hopin' she don't tell

Convicted felon, I'm not gettin' no bail

Already knowin' it probably won't go well

I just be draggin' my nuts like a coattail

And you knowin' I won't fail

Countin' me out, I come back like I'm

Odell Beckham

Niggas can't guard me, nope won't let 'em

Rappin and dragging since two thousand seven

Dropped my first song in two thousand eleven and that shit was hard and I know you remember

I'm so the mob I'm a honorable member

Reach for a Don and your arm get dismembered

FNN on me, I call it a blender I do it myself

I'm not callin' the members