Credits
Lyrics
Big up to all my real **** yuh know
From basic school, primary
From primary to high school we smoking all the weed getting high
Now we in the streets
Keeping it real yuh know
Tara Lyda
OQP
I know, I know, I know
Someone's gonna hate tomorrow
When they see me in the Mercedes Benz
I know, I know, I know
Someone's gonna hate today
Gold on my wrist, probably 'cause I'm rich, yeah
The sea is a hungry lion
Why you wanna see me poor
The assignment was breeze
You son of a gun
No reason for smoking gun
The noise was music to my ears
Swallow my pride, throw away my fears
No cares, no cares
Standing on the shoulders of giants
I know, I know, I know
Someone's gonna hate tomorrow
When they see me in the Mercedes Benz
I know, I know, I know
Someone's gonna hate today
Gold on my wrist, probably 'cause I'm rich, yeah
You ain't real unless you shoot him in his face
Open up his stomach just to see what he ate
Four bricks on the plate, yeah that's great
Catch me with Chip Star drinking rum, no chase
It's like that
Plus I got a gat
I never been the type of **** to shoot back
I shoot first
They say first is the worst so watch this curse
Watch me take your life along with your mother purse
I'm a G, so everything works
Even if I go to war and leave the world hurt
And I got a lot of flow like a mother fucking river
I got guns and clips, when you see them you shiver
Right now I'm okay like Nivea
'Cause my body stay shivering
Off them golds and them ice
Yeah I paid the price
**** fuck with me, then they gotta pay the price
I'm nice
And I got a lot of work like a teacher
Dawg it's nothing, I'll teach ya
How to flip them bricks quick
How to fuck the baddest bitch
Yeah we stay rolling the dro up
**** can't manage the shit
Now they throw up
It's nothing to me to go to the club and spend some cheese
'Cause I get that shit back when the trigger squeeze
Trigger squeeze
I know, I know, I know
Someone's gonna hate tomorrow
When they see me in the Mercedes Benz
I know, I know, I know
Someone's gonna hate today
Gold on my neck, probably 'cause I'm rich, yeah
The sea is a hungry lion
Why you wanna see me poor
The assignment was breeze
You son of a gun
No reason for smoking gun
The noise was music to my ears
Swallow my pride, throw away my fears
No cares
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Written by: Alwayne Delroy Moncrieffe, Dohnzhey Romario Grindley, K Money, Marlon Ricardo Speid
