KNOWLEDGE

Two big faces on my wrist, boy, I got a couple of those

Monies on my mind, break the bank, down to closing hoes

I'm always dressed up, but I never slack shit

Let me roll this weed up and take it here, look

I'm back like niggas on a bus, I hate my design, but what with the love

I'm at Morgan, Howard, Coppin, tryna find that higher knowledge

Your jaw drops when you get hit, but I sign off on the streets and make a bitch

And the wolf that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

I fuck my enemies, bitch, actin' bout it, gettin' rich, wow

I'm so tolerant, you had the chance to tell him something