The Knowledge

[Chorus: VL Deck]

It's up, tell me what's the knowledge

I only send hits 'cause I only want bodies

Fuck your white flag, nigga we don't do apologies

Frank White Deck, I got hitter that's gon' slide for me

Runnin' through the bag so the plug graduated me

Racks got me cocky, my lil niggas think I'm straight from it

Cutter with the scopes, knock an opp to his fuckin' knees

Pippen in the magazine, F&N hold thirty-three

[Verse 1: VL Deck]

My city I'm the C, go hard for the paper

Live the life of monster, kicking doors for petty capers

Last time to live, somethin' like the rich folks

Tired of all this poverty, it's robbery, it's no joke

My life like a movie, talkin' straight daily

Bitch my lawyer Jewish, got a stick and I'm ready

My lil partner on the food, give him a fixing daily

I seen him in action, he hit a corner and get messy

So fuck your white flag pussy, we don't want peace

I ain't satisfied nigga 'til that ass six deep

And your partner them next, I bet that ass won't rest

So tell your mama and your sister them get out the black dress

[Chorus: VL Deck]

It's up, tell me what's the knowledge

I only send hits 'cause I only want bodies

Fuck your white flag, nigga we don't do apologies

Frank White Deck, I got hitter that's gon' slide for me

Runnin' through the bag so the plug graduated me

Racks got me cocky, my lil niggas think I'm straight from it

Cutter with the scopes, knock an opp to his fuckin' knees

Pippen in the magazine, F&N hold thirty-three

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Heard these niggas want beef

I'm in the North, niggas know I'm in the streets

He said it's up, when we catch him we gon' see

Real shooter, he stay silent, never speak

Ain't taking shit back that I fuckin' said

These niggas know how we play it

I won't hesitate to spray it

Catch you, we gon' bust your head

Forty Glock, bitch I'ma spray that

Squashing shit, no we don't play that

You want smoke then nigga say that

We gon' send shots where you stay at

Shoot your taco, you ain't with that

We gon' pull up where you lay at

Nigga know that gang be that

Plus your trap like I ain't see that

Same place that we gon' creep at

Drown, make a nigga get back

Up this bitch, bet I don't miss that

Swear that I'ma push your shit back

[Chorus: VL Deck]

It's up, tell me what's the knowledge

I only send hits 'cause I only want bodies

Fuck your white flag, nigga we don't do apologies

Frank White Deck, I got hitter that's gon' slide for me

Runnin' through the bag so the plug graduated me

Racks got me cocky, my lil niggas think I'm straight from it

Cutter with the scopes, knock an opp to his fuckin' knees

Pippen in the magazine, F&N hold thirty-three