"Know Shit" lyrics
Wow, hear that Blue?
So relaxing, so relaxing
So comforting, so comforting
It's been one hell of a ride
Let me tell you, bruh
Privileged I never was
So I learned to cherish love
Pops worked his hands to the bone for what he own
All I gotta do is write songs to get it on
It coulda been worse
I could be on a shirt
In the dirt for the dirt I did
Not out here with Dirt
I'm talkin' Brad Wolf, I'm talkin' Neon
I'm talkin' Donna Goodson, the list could keep on
And keep on keepin' on for three songs solid
All the wrong I did
I should have closed eyelids
Forever and a day, everything ain't what it seems
If life is but a dream, I want some other things
But often what I want and what I need ain't compatible
I try to keep it practical
But wanting shit is natural
Especially when you put it all on the line to get it
I can't cop enough so I keep popping up, aye
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this game
And how to play it
I know I play it how it go
And do a lot of praying
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this life
And how to live it
All I can tell you
Is you get out of it what you give it
Everybody active till them ratchets get active (Pussy)
And actors turn to actresses, what the fuck happened?
The money's in the mattress and the dope is in the cabinet
But you were so adamantly saying you ain't had the shit
And these pussies think they know about me
Where I'm from we was told don't discuss it over beef
You wonder why bitch ass Johnny knows the play
Cause you gave his ass the playbook, buddy you're a great crook
Whatever, however, so much stormy weather
Now your family will let you down
What you want with these clowns
I don't even trust a motherfucker in the mirror
What's that say about your chances
I ain't fitting to hear you
Rather climb up a tree and tell a lie
Than stay on the ground and tell the truth
So no mind I pay
I place my faith in something you can't see
What, what, God is what, keep me, keep me popping up baby
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this game
And how to play it
I know I play it how it go
And do a lot of praying
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this life
And how to live it
All I can tell you
Is you get out of it what you give it
So relaxing, so relaxing
So comforting, so comforting
It's been one hell of a ride
Let me tell you, bruh
Privileged I never was
So I learned to cherish love
Pops worked his hands to the bone for what he own
All I gotta do is write songs to get it on
It coulda been worse
I could be on a shirt
In the dirt for the dirt I did
Not out here with Dirt
I'm talkin' Brad Wolf, I'm talkin' Neon
I'm talkin' Donna Goodson, the list could keep on
And keep on keepin' on for three songs solid
All the wrong I did
I should have closed eyelids
Forever and a day, everything ain't what it seems
If life is but a dream, I want some other things
But often what I want and what I need ain't compatible
I try to keep it practical
But wanting shit is natural
Especially when you put it all on the line to get it
I can't cop enough so I keep popping up, aye
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this game
And how to play it
I know I play it how it go
And do a lot of praying
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this life
And how to live it
All I can tell you
Is you get out of it what you give it
Everybody active till them ratchets get active (Pussy)
And actors turn to actresses, what the fuck happened?
The money's in the mattress and the dope is in the cabinet
But you were so adamantly saying you ain't had the shit
And these pussies think they know about me
Where I'm from we was told don't discuss it over beef
You wonder why bitch ass Johnny knows the play
Cause you gave his ass the playbook, buddy you're a great crook
Whatever, however, so much stormy weather
Now your family will let you down
What you want with these clowns
I don't even trust a motherfucker in the mirror
What's that say about your chances
I ain't fitting to hear you
Rather climb up a tree and tell a lie
Than stay on the ground and tell the truth
So no mind I pay
I place my faith in something you can't see
What, what, God is what, keep me, keep me popping up baby
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this game
And how to play it
I know I play it how it go
And do a lot of praying
The more I learn is this bitch
The more I realize I don't know shit
Know shit
So who am I to tell you 'bout this life
And how to live it
All I can tell you
Is you get out of it what you give it
