Ross - Knowledge lyrics

I be spending in a bando She a yellow in a benzo We get high then we let go We on the low low Pull the trigger, I go All my ladies cooking with a gas stove No mediocre all I'm wanting now are bad girls All my women they ungrateful Never mind that most of em are faithfull Stupid n***a see your facials What you mean I'm always hateful? Fifty mil in my cheque tho I ain't surprised ho, working till I go gold I be flexin man I go hard Chill with us you'd be a super star I can't even cruise all we got are super cars (Nun wrong with that man we go above the charts) Ay man I feel like Lu Will And I'm getting paid man I feel like Lu Will And I'm in the matrix I just took the blue pill All y'all pressure me acting as if you will Why y'all testing me? Like I don't even keep that hammer next to me? I think you tryna serve but I got the recipe I ain't tryna swerve n***a's caught eventually Well actually Everytime we get a drink it's probably Hennessey Drinking till we make our own minds up You know that it flies when your times up Now you tryna sign up I tried to tell you now you gotta line it up Shiver to the bone like a shy cub Why you wanna go through my stuff? Bad chick on my side she a pleaser What a Time all of you know me Funny how my ex thinks that I need her I just wanna be a dope Black Beatle I be k**in all em karrots like a vegan I done made her wet, damn I'm a teaser I be holding her down then release her But she never wanna leave so I leave her I just stopped by The money don't stop so we done rocking ties I don't remember why you use to lie Got an I8 and it's suicide Cause n***as to do suicide Never use to cross since darker lies Haha what an album I feel like I've been blessed with a target You just caught me slipping on my mind trap We were in a fight and now she like that Ay, you saying you don't see it man? You telling me you never gonna hit her man? Ay Lemme just find where my mind's at Ain't gon rest till my mind's back Remember all em times we rocking snapbacks? Now she in the kitchen cookin flapjacks I been busy with my pay roll Now they all flexin with my old gold Don't waste your time they all know bro All you n***ahs jealous of my old flow Ey Hall of fame, hall of fame Mercari drops y'all gonna know my name Tryna go against me that become a vicious game Now you know my knowledge you ain't got nothing else to say Ey [Exit] Eighty eight, Mercari lifestyle