Know Enough Lyrics

Yee, yee

Shout-out Big Tex Johnny

'Nother one

Look, 52-card pickup

Shuffling my thoughts like when did your heart switch up?

I'm calling all your bluffs, no more sugarcoating cavities

A lot of y'all lack the focus to float in zero gravity

Scrolling and screen flicking is keeping your dream distant

Which one of y'all really at it though? I don't mean mentions

I been having flows, my condition is pre-existing

My step two's to get my nephews that free tuition

I'm trying to build it in three dimensions

You study blueprints but do you apply the learnings?

You're either an idol or just idle, your tires turning?

Was tuned in watching Dončić in the bubble while writing sermons with vices burning

That's how I be pacing life

Copped my first crib in February, just the basic type

The walls are still empty though, I'm trying to fill the spaces right

We heard them other guys, goodness gracious like

Could you please shed light on what you base the hype?

For me it's deeper than the Off-White, Bapester, Nike

I got a gift to honor, I know niggas facing plight

Willing to kill for opportunities and have

For the lack thereof but they don't make a point to brag

They're some underground kings like when Bun was joining Chad, coining the lingo

And I would never hit the club just wanting to mingle

They say don't mix pleasure with business

What if business is my only pleasure?

Ridded myself of doubt and worrying I won't impress ya

A body here, body there, boy I'm going Hefner for a reason

Momma's retirement's severely underfunded, we've been

Discussing next steps, give a fuck about excess

'Cause if I fail to clear a path for her in her golden years

Then what is it all worth? My religion's hard work

And the growth is grassroots like some fuckin' yardwork

If I were to fall off the face of Earth, wouldn't y'all smirk? What a relief it would be

If God is real I swear he speaking through me

You boys better off just leaving me be, I tried to told ya

'Cause every track I'm touching I ran like Ayatollah

There's a star quality 'bout me like planets that light the solar up

I might take 290 east to where you know what's up

When styrofoam is out of stock, they pour inside a Solo Cup

And I swear this time we goin' up

I don't know it all but I know enough