They Know (Slowed Down)

Yeah. This been a long fucking time coming. It's been a long time. I've been waiting to say that shit. Uh. Bitch. Yeah, this what's up. Word of mouth. Word of mouth. Come a long way from moving dime bags in The park, in the middle of the dark, in The spot a long day. And get it your own way. Own way. 'Cause I was in Trotwood, had a Lot of goods. Couple of hoes, do your bitch Stay? Well, that's my hood. I'm good as it can be. What I can be is in the middle of The mix. Never been a trick, but I want That candy. She see a chip, she want the Ante. I'm a pimp, don't need a plan B. I'm too wise, arrested two times. Boys, no wonder that the po-po can't stand me. Oh, and I'm an asshole. Only give a fuck about that pole, that pole With her tits out and her ass though. Throwing dollars up, that's cash flow. Black soul, ride it till it fall off the Axle. Why throwing hoods up? Boy, it ain't that cold. You could get took up, through there by the Back door. And I'm all white my soul like A black hole, boy. And my team off the Wall. Now me on the ground, homie. Orlando, Florida, that's my town, Homie. Yeah. And I run that shit. I do this here for my people, and I Blow 19 blunts for the 19 years living in A world that's so lethal. This is the sequel, 'cause I been around the Block before. Not a killer, but I held that Glock before. Not a dealer, but I used to cop the Dro. Got caught with a couple O's. Now I'm getting back to the racks, and the Cops they know. They know that I been around the block before. Not a killer, but I held that Glock before. Not a dealer, but I used to cop the Dro. Got caught with a couple O's. Now I'm getting back to the racks, and the Cops they know. I'm good anywhere. Make sure the Arm & Hammer, it snows there. I'm known from Atlanta to Orlando. Yeah, I'm known there. Neighborhood so bad not even fucking Santa goes There. You can cut the bullshit short like Amber Rose hair. Wake up in the morning, eight o'clock Sharp, and I'm back to the trap till the Next day. No lie, all day, serving fiends all Night. Making money, cut the hair like a fresh Fade. Total pro. So much money inside of my pocket, fuck around And might overdose. Overload. Still got a half a ton coming down from The south of San Antonio. Yeah. Yeah, they know it's roll, and they know I roll. Tell her saddle up like a motherfucking Rodeo. Fuck her one time, and I do it So good that the bitch treat me like my Name was Romeo. Let me breathe in, breathe out, on to the Next blunt. I'm just trying to make another Motherfucking $100,000 in the next month. Ha. One of them artists that goes to jail More than T. I. P. Tell them cashes went from ashy to classy, kinda Like it's B. I. G. Standing in the VIP, rolling molly on the couches. Screaming "All I do is win," kinda like I'm DJ Khaled. 'Cause I been around the block before. Not a killer, but I held that Glock before. Not a dealer, but I used to cop the Dro. Got caught with a couple O's. Now I'm getting back to the racks, and the Cops they know. They know that I been around the block before. Not a killer, but I held that Glock before. Not a dealer, but I used to cop the Dro. Got caught with a couple O's. Now I'm getting back to the racks, and the Cops they know. What?