Know Yourself Lyrics

Aye, Listened to the op tape, just to see if he dissin

had to set that jit straight, got tired of niggas trippin

niggas think we fell out, I just got away from niggas

I just got the hell out, fore' these niggas make an issue

I can't trust that youngin, might be plottin on a nigga

I can't trust lil mama, might be thottin on a nigga

I can't trust my mama, she be lyin to a nigga

He don't want no problems, put that iron on a nigga

We smokin Texaco, Me, Macc, and Mexico

Got za, just let me know, my prices hella low

Chop Brady hit my phone, he say let's hit the road

Then Ikey hit my phone, let's shoot this video

Listened to the op tape, I guess that shit dead

I couldn't even bop my head

Ain't on no hatin shit, man I just call it how I see it

Ain't on no racist shit, all white P Fazos when I step

She blew my whistle cause I'm too official like the ref

She black and white but this ain't checkers bitch I'm playing chess

She acting right we fuck all night I'm playin with her breasts

My pimpin tight can't have no bitches playin with my head

Let her retwist my dreads

This music is the risk, won't catch me riding in the feds

She screamin Jesus Christ, like she seen God in the flesh

You better swallow that pride and let it hide in your chest

Because in my city too many niggas died tryna flex

But I'll be out the way you know that ain't my kind of flex

See I'm too busy countin checks

Thinkin bout Mac90 need to get my partner out the jects'

Kind of why I'm grinding, tryin to make sure that I blow next

Aye that I blow next