IYKYK (feat. JANE HANDCOCK)

My ****, they know me

I ain't have to sell my soul to tell 'em who I am

Been a lot of things but I won't be broke again

I gotta thank God for the way he let me live

Swimming pool with a crib, shit, it is what it is

They mad I got it out the mud, I kept it player from the jump

It ain't on me, bitch, it's in me, oh

There's always something up my sleeve, keep some hoes on a leash

If you know then you know

I ain't got shit to prove, no, no

Energy the same in a group when I'm solo, look

They don't make 'em like this no mo'

Shit, I been ten toes, and your bitch been chose

Better recognize a **** like me

'Cause it ain't likely for me to let you ever slight me

I been down and bounce back nicely

The six-pack white tee, buss down, ice sheets

Ooh, they big mad

I ain't have to sell my soul to get that big bag

I made my presence known, ****, quick, fast

I never press the issue, I'ma kick back

But you best believe I'm coming for that kick back

My ****, they know me

I ain't have to sell my soul to tell 'em who I am

Been a lot of things but I won't be broke again

I gotta thank God for the way he let me live

Swimming pool with a crib, shit, it is what it is

They mad I got it out the mud, I kept it player from the jump

It ain't on me, bitch, it's in me, oh

There's always something up my sleeve, keep some hoes on a leash

If you know then you know

Them bus rides from the east to the West Side

Couldn't get this quality on screen at a Best Buy

I let them jets fly, used to crush on Left Eye

Life was just too good to be true, and then my chef died

RIP my cousin B, that was my road dog

Now he ain't gon' be present when we at roll call

I shed tears, but I know he watchin' above me

Words was always hitting the spot for me, it was ugly, damn

How they speak and say I'm crying when I bite back

Where I grew up if they swing, you better fight back

Shots fired, kept me up and ain't no night caps

Don't judge a book by the cover, you don't know me like that

My ****, they know me

I ain't have to sell my soul to tell 'em who I am

Been a lot of things but I won't be broke again

I gotta thank God for the way he let me live

Swimming pool with a crib, shit, it is what it is

They mad I got it out the mud, I kept it player from the jump

It ain't on me, bitch, it's in me, oh

There's always something up my sleeve, keep some hoes on a leash

If you know then you know

Bow down to a real one, Hou and Gina, son

Said I couldn't stand the rain, I knew I'd see the sun

Crazy, April always told me I would be the one

Doubted Tweedledee but now my pockets Tweedledum