The Knowmads - Get To Know Me lyrics

[Intro] I'm on my way Okay No way You should get to know me real homie Aye yo [Verse 1: Wilson] My last name is Wilson and my middle name is Scott I was named after my father and the qualities he's got I was taught how to act and why to never talk back And the rest I picked up like how to spit on this track I remember first rapping when I was about nine And can still k** a mic like I was signed to grind time I used to do a lot of lines, carry coke and packing nines Bandana below my eyes, thinking I'm ready to ride Thought I was living my life But I was just living a lie See all your decisions are blind, if your still getting high So as the years pa**ed by And I watched my mother cry About mistakes made with grades and how I've changed asking why? Question was rhetorical, she didn't need a reply Cause actions speak louder than words so for her this was a sign Though I felt like sh** inside I had to change for the better Stop stealing my dads cigs and taking change off the dresser I quit sleeping in, showing up late to all my lectures, high as f** with some dumb excuse to say to the professor That's why nowadays when I feel like I can't take the pressure I can wash it all away when I play a banger from Jester It's my new high so in a way I'm more baked than ever Say goodbye to the rain realise there's change in the weather It's darkest before dawn so when I'm placed on the stretcher Don't look at my boy's face as like that's how our pain is measured And before I send this letter and these words are set in stone I'mma sign it sincerely yours, someone you can get to know [Verse 2: Wilson] Aye yo, I never had to stand on the block, back in a package that's off A couple grams in a pot Then learn to handle the rock I never had to have one hand on a Glock Lettin' loose of panic shots, as I ran from the cops Now I was busy with my man at the spot, scanning the blocks Now he's still digging through records of nice samples to chop Because a few collab with Jay and there's no chance that it's pop See we fell through the basement just to land at the top Now some labels want my god damn John Hanco*k I'm trying to stack like a boss 100 Grand in my socks In this business gotta be cautious before you have a loss While we add up the profit and subtract the cost See it's expensive to be sparking the dutch Even though we're shining we're reminding every diamond starts in the rough See they said I spit tough, but didn't come hard enough To one bench pressing every sentence and getting my bars up The block it's hotter than a sauna when they squeeze like anacondas Cause the drama makes the gat go Braaatt like Obama Everybody wanna be Tony Montana with the rhyme Until they roll up on ya, with the dot on your face like Madonna I got a lot of metaphors and a couple of punchlines Pun in his prime, while you stuck behind on Metro bus times Bust nines, f** dimes