Know Me ft. Madman1 Lyrics

This is madman

Once again, it's on

Mother fuckers thinking they know me

But they're phony

They bitches, they can blow me

You can't control me

Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me

You are not the homie

I'm doing big things now

Now they wanna come around

Hitting hard like it's raining now

Creating thundering sounds

Been going through my ups and downs

I try to stay in touch

But I'm not gonna sweat it all that much

I'm finally making ends meet

Not bragging now I'm living sweet

People act like this shit was given to me

I work eighty hours a week

And cowards wanna speak

Like I had my hand out

And got something for free

We can take it to the street

We can keep it all discrete

It would be in your best interest

Not to mention me

Duck inside and pitching the

Get what's coming to me

I don't leave my house without my gun on me

I'm trying to keep it positive

Selective memory

Has got me neglecting my whole perspective

Retrospective

I ain't living in the past

My name has been neglected

I came right back on that ass

Mother fuckers thinking they know me

But they're phony

They bitches, they can blow me

You can't control me

Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me

You are not the homie

Mother fuckers thinking they know me

But they're phony

They bitches, they can blow me

You can't control me

Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me

You are not the homie

We used to run the streets

Free-styling to these beats

Now you acting like you do not know me

When I make ends meet

Became the enemy

You never was a friend of me

I'm giving back your energy

When I was down and suffering

I needed you the most

And all the sudden, suddenly

I started popping up on magazines

And now you are in front of me

With problems like I got to solve em

Fuck off of me

You never tried to hit me up

With it was something for free

But now your try to hit me up

When it is something you need

And I'm the person that's a dick

When I leave you on read

I do not understand this life

It's like a game on a screen

Sometimes I wanna help them out

But once you do they will leave

When your on top

I guess it's motivation for you to be

And all that dedication catching up

Can be so discrete

I know your steady waiting for the fall

But there will not be

I see them steady hating on my songs

But still hit retweet, aye

Mother fuckers thinking they know me

But they're phony

They bitches, they can blow me

You can't control me

Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me

You are not the homie

Mother fuckers thinking they know me

But they're phony

They bitches, they can blow me

You can't control me

Try to tie me down, but you cannot hold me

You are not the homie

You are not the homie

You are not the homie