Backing My Own Lyrics

I'm an old dog with nothing left but his teeth

Ah, but teeth can be pulled that can be painful

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hard working son of a gun, ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hard working son of a gun, ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

Saying go, saying is, old dog new tricks

Teaching lesson after lesson how I treat pockets

That's a rhyme for a reason, I don't need practice

I reached out slowly enough to go fill my sense

So who do you know in the field that's always got my six

Barking, I'm walking around the creek, smell my stench

Branch broke, never lost hope to stick when it hits

Branching heavy with the thread around the roots that tick, so no

Plastic rapping around the woods that we backing

We ship you out, and close your mouth, don't understand how you acting

Or you just sit in the corner, wait till the truck starts unpacking

So here's a message in a package, let's just get back to rapping

No dollar sign to recognize my meal when writing scriptures

Side roads stunting in a Chevy full of killers

Seat laid back as the bullets always do miss us

Room that's full of doers, we maneuver through our pictures

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hard working son of a gun, ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hard working son of a gun, ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

My energy is ketamine, what's in between

From what you've seen, it's hard work by any means

I study nights by taking flights without a wing

Now I lay over for the cover reigns, hailing greed

Greedy hands, is your disguise for a better man

Let 'em in, I write these letters with my better hand

Letterman, I give it to you like a handyman

Never share my credits to my role, steady-cam

Painting every picture frame outside like I part the plan

Heart on every art piece, I rose through the small demands

Stem mixing, mastering my third eye you said I can't

Plant every seed when I hit three, your brain's jammed

Making you nervous, the way I'm burning my burdens

The microphone is a weapon, the way I'm practicing perfect

And dog, I've been turning wrenches I've just got offers to mention

From when I started, when my starter no handed out recognition

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hard working son of a gun ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hard working son of a gun ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

I'm on levels, I'm on a level of high elevation

So take the stairs when he's staring my wind is breaking through layers

I turn my losses into a wind every day's a vacation

Illuminating the bullets you sending me, never scraping my body

I'm sanding my edges to grit, smooth as the feeling you get

My hand is rougher for mixing sand to the rinse

Got a bucket full of leaver for as long as you sit

Just making sure that you don't bleed cause my fingers do kind of itch

Beach flea, underneath got you hiding just like a tick

Can't get rid of me, envy me, best for you to write a riff

Cause this thing that you getting is a flame that I call a bic

Get ahead and pin drop, my pin drops ahead of this

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hardworking son of a gun, ready to blow

What you know, what you know, what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own

What you know, what you know, what you know

I'm a hardworking son of a gun, ready to blow

What you know, what you know what you know

I've been sitting in these woods, I've been backing my own