Ghost Club Records - Lord Knows lyrics

[Verse 1] b**hing bout b**hing bout the fact that all you players playing balling out and I be talkin' ‘bout, ballin' out Only real player playing music on an instagod and still be in and out And why you ma'f**ers try me? Feel free to test the kid I be the only one to test the bizz I be the only to make it sick and Still be on the come up Why these lyrics feeling stock up Why these b**hes try to come up For me to give em cum uh And why you trynna b**h up f** boys oh nah f** sh** imma f** y'all f** up f** you and I 5 for dilla 4 for dollas And make my bank account fatter And spend it all in one summer [Chorus] Lord knows I be the realest on the road now And if you trynna test the boy now f** your place f** your broads now Y'all know That I know that Cause I know that Cause I know [Verse 2] Call me on my phone line IMessage on the grind High five, cause we taking sh** for free, I take the time And make the tables turn I take the money And piss up this girl It's hot you burn I earn the time to take your place uh I burn the throne and take uh I cut your throat and take uh [Chorus] Lord knows I be the realest on the road now And if you trynna test the boy now f** your place f** your broads now Y'all know That I know that Cause I know that Cause I know