Evan Black - Let Em Know lyrics

VERSE 1 I'm sick of all this, I don't know what to call this I'm caught up in the rat race and it's making me nauseous I'm staying cautious cause cops here is lawless But I ain't gonna stop til I'm on top and flawless I came from nothing but homie I'm never satisfied Always after better, hard work isn't gratified Grind until that millstone bind I'm never switching on em Til I'm in that 3 floor villa and all my whips is foreign, I'll Go and twist vanilla piff then soar up higher Than the altitudes that g6's drift along and liquors pouring I'm never sittin in my sorrows I'm sipping through my troubles and living the way we all know It's money motivated, b**hes low and flow related to the greats My statements say I'm good life a**ociated This worlds a chessboard I'm playing full of novacane Complacent to the hate, and treating nothing as an overstatement CHORUS We coming for the gold We running in your spot I came to let em know that we gunnin for the top yeah I let em know VERSE 2 And I'm after gold like Dillinger Get a mansion out in France a Phantom Rolls and I'll chill with A cold Hennessy Looking back at my life like I got no regrets so I wouldn't do it twice Well I ain't rich but I ain't scraping up cents But I remember not long ago barely making rent And it's funny cause I'm on now And everybody talking like I'd never make it suddenly just wants to my friend Yeah well f** you, my team's been drafted Meticulously picked, we're all about the cash So the root of all evil is drive to the finish line And I approach the beat like a god damn a**a**in Seriously crafted, taking my time to activate it Motherf** a major keep my competition aggrivated Somebody tell all these wack rappers to evacuate to scene please Evan Black, Emilio, collaborating CHORUS VERSE 3 (Emilio Rojas) God damn, I ain't living by god plan I'm the master builder I did this sh** using my hands I took the bricks my people sold and then put mortar on em Then I took the fifth when asked about it court your honor Wow I grew up with crazed maniacs In my younger days a braniac yeah I was labeled that My mind was racing fast, similac was laced with crack So much in my veins that I bleed and bring the 80's back f**er, my city was a war zone Everybody poor and tryna eat we far from morsels You get slapped around til you tappin out like morse code We ain't backin down from nothin as far as wars go And you can find me in the Hyatts every night With a bad Venezuelan that gimme head when I write Never had any women to tell me no that I like So the first one I do I'mma wife, yeah CHORUS