VL Deck - The Knowledge lyrics

[Hook] It's up, tell me what's the knowledge I only send hits cuz I only want bodies f** your white flag n***a We don't do apologies Frank white deck I got hitters that gone slide for me Running through the bag so the plug graduated me Racks got me co*ky My lil n***as they gone scrape for me Caught em with the scopes Knock a [?] to his f**ing head Pimping in the magazine [?] holds 33 [Verse 1] My city on the sea Go hard for the paper Left the life the monster kicking door for petty papers Now it's time to live Something like the rich folks Tired of all this poverty It's robbery, it's no joke My life like a movie Talking straight belly b**h my lawyer Jewish Got a stick and I'm ready My lil partner on the food Get him a fix he deadly I seen him in action He hit a corner and get messy So f** your white flag, p**y we don't want peace no I ain't satisfied n***a till that a** 6 deep And your partner them next I bet that a** won't rest So tell your momma and your sister Them get out the black dress [Hook] It's up, tell me what's the knowledge I only send hits cuz I only want bodies f** your white flag n***a We don't do apologies Frank white deck I got hitters that gone slide for me Running through the bag so the plug graduated me Racks got me co*ky My lil n***as they gone scrape for me Caught em with the scopes Knock a [?] to his f**ing head Pimping in the magazine [?] holds 33 [Verse 2] Heard these n***as want beef I'm in the knowledge, n***as know i'm in the streets He said [?], when we catch em we gone see Real shooter, he stay silent, never speak Ain't taking sh** back that I f**ing said These n***as know how we play it I won't hesitate the spread Catch em we gone bust your head 40 glock b**h, i'm gone spread it Squashing sh** no way I don't play that You want smoke then n***a say that We gone send shot where you stay at b**h you talk oh you ain't with that We gone pull up where you lay at n***a know that gang be that Bust your chop like I ain't see that Same place that we gone creep at Draw make a n***a get back Up his b**h bed I don't miss that Swear that I gone push your sh** back [Hook] It's up, tell me what's the knowledge I only send hits cuz I only want bodies f** your white flag n***a We don't do apologies Frank white deck I got hitters that gone slide for me Running through the bag so the plug graduated me Racks got me co*ky My lil n***as they gone scrape for me Caught em with the scopes Knock a [?] to his f**ing head Pimping in the magazine [?] holds 33