Knowing That Lyrics

Kill temptations like the Zodiak

Getting cake, I'm mixing dollars, big like kodiak

If I drop bout 20 albums, each got 40 tracks

Remember days up in apartments, I ain't going back

My homies knowing that

Stupid, why you blowing stacks?

Tryna save up like a surgeon yeah I'm stowing racks

Like the top of a semi, bitch I be blowing blacks

They be down on the scoreboard but they ain't showing that

But bitch I'm knowing that

Bitch I'm different, don't confuse me with no goofies

I get my loud for free like Musi, ain't no overdue fee

Smoking pressure feeling snoozy, thought I popped a rufee

They talk the Bible like a movie, don't speak on that losely

Why they popping oxycotton? Think their brain is rotten

Money on my mental, and what on my mind I'm talking

Imposter Syndrome, tripping on my feets but I ain't even walking

I put a pendant on the wreath for when the devil's knocking

Tryna rock out, blow her back out, then I keep on rocking

Like Christmas early ima stuff the penji in the stocking

Homie passed me that elixir, what the fuck he drinking?

Bitch ima do what float my boat, but you won't see me sinking

Heard ya name, don't ring a bell but your bitch got my phone ringing

Smoking starboy on the weekend, but I wasn't singing

Late night visions, found my purpose like the shit was pinging

Said you couldn't eat at our table? What the fuck you bring?

What you bring to the table, huh?

We did you wrong? Bitch that's a fable, yeah

Them hard days, you couldn't stay for one

Them loaner debts, you couldn't pay for one

When Cnial free, he finna show you sum

Getting mixed in with some do-it's, boy you dumb

Breaking bread, but you act like you got the crumbs

Before I text your ass again I'll cut off both my thumbs

Kill temptations like the Zodiak

Getting cake, I'm mixing dollars, big like kodiak

If I drop bout 20 albums, each got 40 tracks

Remember days up in apartments, I ain't going back

My homies knowing that

Stupid, why you blowing stacks?

Tryna save up like a surgeon yeah I'm stowing racks

Like the top of a semi, bitch I be blowing blacks

They be down on the scoreboard but they ain't showing that

But bitch I'm knowing that

Bitch I'm different, don't confuse me with no goofies