You Know What I'm About

Check it out, for those that know me

Ya wonder why I always play low key

I know I got people and fans that like me

But all the noise and attention don't excite me

So I just lounge and play the D.L

In the crib with just me and a female

I'm still slick besides the others

Cause a nigga like me, yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers

When I'm on the scene I get feedback

Brothers runnin up (Wassup, where you be at?)

I be by myself just coolin

Cause I don't have no time to sweat what someone else is doin'

Cause they're not equal to me

I got places to go, money to make, and people to see

Whatcha gonna do? The man is comin through

(You a bad mother fucker) Ey yo, that ain't nothin new

Now I'm makin' higher figures

You got dumb mother fuckers who always wanna try a nigga

But I'm wildin at Harlem, kid

I'm straight makin papes, so what the mother fuckin problem is?

Ya talk about unity. When I turn my back

You talkin bout what ya wanna do to me

But y'all can keep riffin

I'ma send ya home with ya mother fuckin teeth missin

So stop runnin at the mouth

Straight up and down, yo you know what I'm about

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Knockin niggas off

Knockin niggas out

Knockin niggas off

Knockin niggas out

You know what I'm about

It's the man with the rough flow

Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck though

Cause I'm a command y'all

I'm smackin' niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball

I ain't the funny type

That joke around, I gotta get my mother fuckin money right

And I got the right game

I'm definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game

I'm rollin' numbers with no practice

I'm snatchin' up the money like mother fuckers owe taxes

And I got strategy

I'm rollin head cracks, trips, and makin all the brothers mad at me

And I'm taxin' shit

I'm shittin' on niggas like I just had a laxative

Tryin' to gain props, I ain't the one to see

You clowns'll fuck around and get played like a drum machine

You gotta find a better way

I pull your cards, your file, shit, plus your résumé

Cause I don't play clown

I'm tryin to get mine, that's why my face stay frown

I don't smile or try to pull my file

I lay your ass like towel, you know my mother fuckin style

So just slow down, cause y'all can't throw down

And y'all can't accept that a brother's makin dough now

And I'm livin better, true

Cause I makin more noise than a fuckin' heavy metal group

It's the cool man, brother with the smooth plan

And I'm seeing more papers than a newstand

So peep it, don't try to run around and speak it

Point blank that keep my whereabouts secret

While brothers is packin still, actin ill

I'm on the D.L., with a female, and I'm stackin bills

(How ya livin?) Yeah I'm livin swell

Cause a nigga like me, yo I'm ringin bells

Without doubt, I got clout

Yo, fuck that shit, you know what I'm about

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