Let Em Know
[Intro]
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Yeah, uh, yeah, look
[Verse]
I've done things most niggas'll never do
I've seen things most niggas'll never see
I’ve gone places most niggas’ll never go
Nah, I ain’t braggin’, I just gotta let 'em know
So when you talk to a nigga better treat him as such
I always stood on my own two, I never needed a crutch
I’m KD in the clutch ‘cause if I let that bitch fly you immediately touch
Mwah, kisses, goodbye
I kick shit with misfits, hit chicks, and slide
Slick sick like I slit my wrist and died
I give off a Piston vibe, I’m a bad boy I’ll give you the blues brotha’, you Dan Aykroyd
Rappers is fibbin’, note pads turnin’ to tabloids
Kids turn into killers, don’t beliеve that noise
When did rap bеcome wrestling? So now you gotta act? Shit's depressin'
Them fools will get clapped in the West Inn
Lil’ niggas twistin’ their fingers, literally pointin’ a handgun, never lifted a banger (Hah)
But let their raps tell it niggas is gangster
Me? I’m just a thug with a picture to paint ya
I’m tryna put some gold in your memory bank, uh
I been told 'em, niggas can’t hold 'em
Shit, I spit so potent like I’m spittin’ from a podium
Dudes is salty, ease up off the sodium
Gassin’ trash rappers they eat up y’all petroleum
Think they bulletproof 'til somebody put a hole in 'em
And I’m just holdin’ my scrotum over soul chops
Yeah, it’s GRIP, chip off the old block
Tote Glocks that’ll rip off ya whole top
And if we put the guns away, you gettin’ cold cots
Servin’ up cold cuts like a sandwich shop
Jam and pop with the blammer cocked
I know a lot of niggas wishin’ the man had flopped
But nah, he stand’ tall and demand his props
New nigga that get compared to greats
But I’m the only one that gotta bear this weight
So if you wanna lend a hand, you should share this tape
How I'm tryna do the gang you would swear its rape
Gotta milk this shit for what it's worth, get the butter first
They gon’ have to cut a check ‘fore I cut a verse
I'll be damned if I got this far to struggle worse
Nigga, I’m tryna put some M’s in my mother's purse
Been goin’ in like a knocked knee
That’s why in my city I’m top three, I mean, who else if not me?