Brenton Brown - Lemme Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Brenton Brown] The mic's my sword of omens I see them haters from way off You thinking I'mma quit I'm hoping you'll take a day off I'm not down for schemes and y'all n***as looking like Madoff If this was based on work then you motherf**ers be laid off Lynch mob to rappers, man I'm k**ing you n***as And yeah I'm aiming for the top simply gripping the trigger Because all I want is fame Become a household name And I do it without the gimmicks you con-artists are lame On the road to riches you be making stops, I'm on that easy pa** Getting cheese ain't hard, that's why I call that sh** easy mac I have everything you lack Yet you don't have a thing that I need I'm moving like lightning fast You n***as on that dial-up speed Honor roll, I'm on a roll and everything is great Cause I'm coming for your spot Cause y'all n***as can't push the weight I raise my bars And feel the hate Then rise above Levitate [Hook: Brenton Brown] Man, I do this better than any n***a you'll ever know You work harder, I work smarter, guess who's about to blow I'm about to take this game to levels they said it couldn't go If you f**ing with me throw your hands up and lemme know Ay, lemme know Ay, lemme know If you f**ing with me throw your hands up and lemme know Ay, lemme know Ay, lemme know If you f**ing with me throw your hands up and lemme know [Verse 2: Brenton Brown] Cartoon network game This Thundercat is rebooted I swear that I'm the sh** Yet you n***as asking who pooted I'm lyrically advanced I'm sorry you can't compute it Captain Planet making music Your tracks are looking polluted Lemme clean it up Whiskey to the face, beam me up Asking for a free CD, alright homie you see these nuts Keep a tight circle There's only so many I can trust These girls say they love me but I know that it's purely lust So I give them cab fare homie, and a quicker f** I'm just tryna blow up and separate from the duds Most rappers are washed up and I can still see the suds Salty n***as throwing shots cause they failed the test Where many of 'em failed on my road I only see success A lot of people claiming that I cannot be the best But I've got Kevin Hart fans that's tell you say it wit' ya chest, n***a! [Hook: Brenton Brown] Man I do this better than any n***a you'll ever know You work harder I work smarter guess who's about to blow I'm about to take this game to levels that it couldn't go If you f**ing with me throw ya hands up and lemme know Ay, lemme know Ay, lemme know If you f**ing with me throw ya hands up and lemme know Ay, lemme know Ay, lemme know If you f**ing with me throw ya hands up and lemme know [Verse 3: GhostWridah] Nothing new n***a this is what I do I swear I'm doing great homie How about you And how they doubt you When you better than the best out Hey quitting that'll be ya best route Walking with my chest out Flex on a f**, boy Bottles of that gold sh** I need me a cup, boy n***as know I'm cut for it Somewhere in the cut Blowing good Got a wifey but it's hard to keep these s*uts off my wood No buts or excuses Unless she's got a bu*t then it's deuces I'm blowing all this green n***a mucus Spitting like I'm toothless Living like I'm Oprah I define change no diggin in the sofa Me lose? No sir Everyday I toast up Used to dream bout it Just recently I woke up And Chuck told me treat it like my last So I'm writing like that goddamn Reaper on my a** Hold up! [Hook: Brenton Brown] Man I do this better than any n***a you'll ever know You work harder I work smarter guess who's about to blow I'm about to take this game to levels they said it couldn't go If you f**ing with me throw ya hands up and lemme know Ay, lemme know Ay, lemme know If you f**ing with me throw ya hands up and lemme know