Knew Better (with Lil Yachty)
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I'll one day take over the- Third quarter, three orders, back on
The fence New order, old testaments, I don't like estimates Need
Precision, dividends on paper Ridin' on scrapers, bandana 'round
Tapers Geekin' on next break, the pill like a wafer Brown sugar
Dipped in a apple, Old Quaker Codeine and codeine and codeine and
Codeine I'm colder than a ceiling thermostat shaker Brown paper bag
Hold some soul exchangers I'ma shoot shit like a Globetrotter Hoes
Swallow the way I steer toasts around me I'm a big toe stepper
Dough checker, lil' bro's a dope checker Hope you took all of your
Valuables If your ho double take, dawg, she's an animal I would
I would, I would, I would trade her My BM mad all my new hoes up Just
Like I told her, she's the beta Tint on Ghost, Steph, a lil' miles
Like a Theta Lookin' like Beyoncé, just wanna cater Duckin' off with
Her, I'm out in Decatur This ginger pop pop not pinola, know better
If you knew better, you'd probably do better Twin turbo, two twins
Knock 'em down like twin towers Betty Shabazz and Coretta, I'm a real
Deal activist I'm sippin' mud, need a shower Fuck a ghost, I'm a
Real deal Black nigga standin' And livin' outside with the power MDMA
On my tongue, kinda sour Far from a coward, prestigious as Howard
In a two-door doin' two hundred an hour Headed down Broward, pour up
A four of Zay flowers Uh, if you knew better, you'd do better, huh?
If you knew better, you'd do better, huh?
If you knew- uh If you knew better, you'd do better, huh?
If you knew better, you'd do better, kid If you knew better
You'd do better, dude If you knew- uh, uh, uh Uh, hop in the
Whip, crank that bit' loud as it get You could make a lil'
Vehicle flip Buy my mom a crib Offer the lyrical, miracle
Spiritual shit Imperial, get the grr, scratch off the serial Tote
A TEC if you too territorial They been murderin' niggas for more
Than way down in memorials See them murals, it's a debt that
Was paid With life layin' in the bed that was made Now who funny?
Too sunny, who brung the shades?
You runnin', flu comin', bubonic plague New money, power, respect
I could make 'em sick A new Patek put the puke on her face It's the
Crucible, d-d-d-d-doom day And I'm Duke Nukem root, put a juke on
The jakes Fast, gotta get the cash, do the dash Nigga hit the gas
Start Britney Spears dancin' Open chest, took one to the chin, I'm
A champion Tisha Campbell, I'm still here, I'm still standin' After
The storm clear, wash the blood off the curb Only to find the sun
Burnt the city to dirt Now we outside thuggin', gotta get it where
It hurt God heard the people prayin' for mercy See it from the
Outside, even look at the surface You see a certain people assemble
A subservient circle Around the earth, be seein' the same serpent
Determined to still kill and destroy and it kinda work For back to
Whippin' a slave that was whippin' and workin' It get you tripped up
For gettin' too close to curtains It's certain this shit is a curse
And it's very personal So I'm puttin' it in a verse You hearin' it
First, see you at church, nigga Ah, the devil saw some people
Startin' to give in Plyin' pressure tryna squeeze out some sins Coco
Loco off the tens, Bible had a buddy in the pen Got his ass beat so
Bad, converted to Islamic ways I don't remember you back in the days
Callin' my first name won't make me remember You niggas rather dick
Ride and dismember You niggas rather fall off than contender You
Niggas rather lose plot than follow the agenda You niggas bitchin'
, Mike Tyson, y'all tender, I'll pull out the fender I personally
Send the work back to the sender I am a organic, holy fox sinner
I am a granddad, put that shit on my mama Airon, I'm a bad man
If it's not you then it's me, I be damned I got kids who need
Pops so I'm payin' And if it's smoke, I need work the same night
No next day, no timeout, no delayin' They live on the net, they
Be playin' I be preachin', pimpin', and poppin' it Shit be poppin'
, Droppin', and lockin' it And my right hand on the Westside
It's a FN and I'm cockin' it I'm shootin' this shit with a stock
On it I'm shootin' this shit, I'm Stojaković I could never switch
Up, I ain't Dončić Country nigga in the summertime rockin' chrome
Leather look like bondage With a bad bitch, where'd you find it?
I'm on timin' Look, uh, the name, it could let you know the gang I'm
In The title it should take, type of time I'm on Beautiful world with
A bunch of ugly events Type of shit the game like to shine light on
The flames, I was walkin' through the flames, the fire Lookin' for
Angels, all I could see was cranes in the sky In the vision of God
My brothers and sisters and ancestors combine Another
Plane is playin' with my mind We stand at the dawn
Of a new era defined by three letters The alpha, the
Lion, the lead shepherd So who tryna define the word?
I turn this bitch into fireworks right now Nigga, fuck the Fourth
Of July, fuck what they talkin' 'bout I'll punch you and your
Word of mouth Just South had somethin' to say, I'm sayin' it
Now Displayin' the power the slaves gave me to bring hours of
Pain I call it God, life's ugly, it's all the same shit Crystal
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