Know My Name! Lyrics

Step inside my life and try to walk inside my shoes

Niggas steady talking, gotta watch them through the views

Trying to ease the pain, before I end up going insane

You a lame, what a shame, got the crowd screaming my name

Telling stories with these songs, through the pain I got it all

When they see me panties dripping, while I'm walking through the mall

Shorties going crazy, fighting demons, going through it all

Walking on the court, trying to show these niggas I can ball

Know you can't get fly, it's me a killer when I'm on this beat

I swear they charge me third degree, Don't come at me, think it's just sweet

My words are too sharp, they cut deep, tread likely when coming to me

A hype, bitch, your girl, she my freak, don't like it, yo, bitch, for the streets

Conquer my demons, they free, be careful when talking to me

Professor without the degree, my people speak highly of me

Wonder why y'all bitche at my crib, she wanna ball out

Dogfather like I'm Snoop, she in my doghouse, dog pound

Take that thirsty bitch to pound town, looking sexy in that red dress, baby, ball out

I will never cuff you, little thotties need a grown woman

The way I speak, got her panties dripping like she drooling

Her nigga jealous, try to play it off like, who he fooling

Gotta face your fears, fans lurking like they on the hunt

Gotta pay the price, damn shorty, go ahead, pass the blunt

Shooting for the stars, I'm on Mars, you got that gas or what

Snakes up in the grass, chop they heads with a mower

Your wood is burning fast, drop an eighth to burn it slower

Puffing all this gas, don't pass that bitch unless it's more

They rocking to this beat, aw, shit, here come the chorus

The haters know my name, my demons bring them pain

They talking to me crazy like the demon's not insane

Take a picture, hold on, wait, adjust the frames

Nigga steady bitching shut up nigga you a lame

I do this for the money and the riches and the fame

All the L's you take for your family, what a shame

Shooting from the three-and-a-half court like I'm Dame

The coldest with my lyrics, now the shorties know my name

I'ma play him like a Sony, don't you cross me, little brody

Toss him in the water with the sharks without his floaty

I got twin glocks, popping shit, Zack and Cody

The nigga need a manager, his life, Mr. Mosby