Cherele - ALL I KNOW lyrics

[Verse 1: Ellz] Let go my oreos, black and white b**h tutorial Klump of money professor that b**h is nutty I let her Go crazy in membrane insane abdula she gave me that ablingada So proper that intellectual Intel Pentium Processor I'm a Mac though, French hoes get macaroons Act a fool not them feelings is pa**ive to all aggression Discretion I take my anger and let it wreck 'em In places they never let them a n***a to enter Unless they feel em leave breathless so much I k** 'em I'm peakin' though weird n***a not rapping like this two years ago Matter of fact, not rapping like this even two weeks ago It makes no sense in vehicles with no tints And my reefer low, milky girl jump in cereal 'Till it get soft and leave the bowl Full of weed and some Keisha smoke If she not full of steeze and po- Rican name Kiki show you the function of p-p Need you to leak me that Wiki Gimme that knowledge and brief me Explore the pillar of freedom Mission accomplished you've breached me [HOOK] They ask for love, I gave them hell I blow my smoke, she paint her nails She say my name, I tell her "Go" She asked me "why?" I tell her this is all I know This is all I know, this is all I know All I know, this is all I know This is all I know, all I know This is all I know, This is all I know All I know, this is all I know [Verse 2: Cherele] Don't blink, n***a fall down the rabbit hole Survive in a land full of radicals Find me up high where the ladders go Dare me to fly and I catapult Under OG wings that live by codes Bad with the good, keep a gun and a rose Me? Bang, you? hit; won't reverse those roles These flows my hoes, got plenty of those Uh-huh, okay, won't change my ways I can make a knight kneel, make an atheist pray Really there's not enough time in the day I'll howl at the moon, fiending for Wolf Greys Building my fashion like a runway n***as in Paris ain't got my taste I should make these birds come iron my cape Realize everybody ain't got my traits Sip 40's, rolling up Marley Switching gears, vroom-vroom like a Harley Feel you hardly, scream f** authority Running that green like Vince Lombardi Ran out of sorries, you'll never hear 'em Hope they catch that, no interfering Should f**ing charge by the bar, spitting art on the wall Every verse is my museum, n***a [HOOK]