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all i know
31
Hip-Hop/Rap
all i know was released on March 31, 2024 by 5313229 Records DK as a part of the album look out for largo
album cover
Release DateMarch 31, 2024
Label5313229 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark C. Smith
Mark C. Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, one shot from that Glock 19
Then hotline bling, it's not hyped memes
A couple of hours, then cop lights ring
They stop by scenes, then pop out,
He's not ID'd the reaper took him,
Sweep that blood spot clean
I'm comin' with smoke for whoever my rival
They comin' for my title, I'ma make 'em go viral
On arrival, I'm feelin' homicidal, these **** feelin' entitled
I will kill for survival
I was quiet till I turned the volume up
Just know I'll mute them if they try to fuk my commas up
What
That is not a bluff, cause I don't do card tricks
But don't make me pull your cards and put you in hardship
No justice, no peace, but when it's war
I show my piece
Art show, better call the police, I pull the trigger but don't freeze
I open up her mind and shed my light in it
Enlightenment
The odds were stacked against me, but I'm makin' it in spite of it
Head **** in charge, so we're pullin' the strings
Let me show you all the wonderful things
Money can buy, cause none of it's free
Bitches gon' lie, so none of them speak
Sayin' goodbye, but none of them leave
Sticks gon' smoke, the barrel is burned
Take a shot, cause ain't none of us sweet
Put your remains inside of a urn
I said what I said, and none of y'all learn
I picture my purpose in portraits in Paris
I'm like Picasso, a legend
This is all I know, I'm tryna get back in that mood
I've been refining my goals, tryna stay light on my toes
I can't give up on my soul, not like them rappers that told
These **** cappers and foes, I'm off the apps where you scroll
My mental takin' a toll, been so much closer to God
I feel him gradually call, bunch of **** in the city
Pray that I actually fall, but **** gonna be regretful
If they fuck with me, dawg, I can't let you reap the reward
I can't allow myself to get played like a media whore
I can't let down the OGs that came and did it before
Don't embarrass your mother, you can't fuk with me, dawg
It's hard to kill me, I'm the final boss after the final boss
I laugh at them dissin', I'm back with the vengeance
His fasting was endin' after that stomach shot
You **** lackin' the wisdom, your girl is fucked
After undressin' just to teach you a lesson
Now she's stalkin' me, and it's beyond an obsession
We the…
Head **** in charge, so we're pullin' the strings
Let me show you all the wonderful things
Money can buy, cause none of it's free
Bitches gon' lie, so none of them speak
Sayin' goodbye, but none of them leave
Sticks gon' smoke, the barrel is burned
Take a shot, cause ain't none of us sweet
Put your remains inside of a urn
I said what I said, and none of y'all learn
I picture my purpose in portraits in Paris
I'm like Picasso, a legend
Written by: Mark C. Smith
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