We Know

The only time I met you you were raising your voice

I highly doubt it would have happened If you weren’t with your boys

Had a 90s handy cam like you were shooting a doc

looking like the set of bang bus surrounded by cock

You ain’t shit to me and as a matter of fact

the best thing you ever did was you inspired this track

I’m trusting my gut here just call it a hunch

culminated by three decades eaten rappers for lunch

I took my rap money bought a house and a car

you invented a new persona you don’t know who you are

Called yourself a white boy in a post that you made

five years later posing with your hair in a braid

With your arms crossed, Hollywood, native descent,

23 and me confirmed that you were 7 percent

and then you ran with it, probably hoping to get some land with it

Sound Exchange and who knows? maybe a couple grants with it

these corny rappers round you selling their soul

Like hugging nuts is the recipe to platinum and gold

calling out appropriation, like they’re playing a role,

and then enable your behaviour, sucker, lo & behold

I come with better beats, and better raps, I never leave,

basically I'm royalty, Turtle Island pedigree

The pride of Beverly, it’s intuition, not telepathy

and I don’t give a fuck if anybody gets upset with me

Do you really think that we don’t know your secret?

We know. We know.

Did you think it would be easier to sneak in?

We know. We know.

You been riding off of other peoples coattails

And I really don’t think this is gonna go well

Do you really think that we don’t know your secret?

We know. We know.

On the topic of taking credit for other’s success

there was a time that you were considered

As one of our best

I was complicit in my silence bout the ones you oppressed

shit had to hit the fan before you finally confessed

you were good at pushing buttons, pumping fists in the club,

but it blew mind the way you took the credit from Shub

there’s more to being native than what runs through your blood,

and objectifying women doesn’t make you a stud,

and it’s worse when you’re pretending that your shit don’t stink,

you tried to tell me how to live, like i would care what you think

you’re the world’s biggest pussy, but you act like a dink,

“sorry guys, Im really not myself when I drink”

frontin like a genius, getting selfies with Gord,

ghosting artists who were tryna get their foot in the door,

but then you’re acting like a homie when they win an award

did you really think i wasn’t gonna settle the score?

bitch, you came at me first and tried to play the victim

but i faced the criticism like a man, caught in the system,

waited patiently, for the perfect moment I could diss em,

then his world fell apart, he was this close to prison,

the only thing that stopped you, was extreme narcissism

well, that, and the fact you were never a musician,

real recognize real, fake fucks get called out

half of nativeTwitter’s getting burned from the fall out

Do you really think that we don’t know your secret?

We know. We know.

Did you think it would be easier to sneak in?

We know. We know.

You been riding off of other peoples coattails

And I really don’t think this is gonna go well

Do you really think that we don’t know your secret?

We know. We know.