Lord Knows

Album: Take Care (2011)
  • All we wanted was opportunity
    Just Blaze, Lord Knows!

    It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
    And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
    So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
    And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
    But that's just the result of me paying attention
    To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
    Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
    Even a couple porn stars that I'm ashamed to mention
    But Weezy and Stunna are my only role models
    Heffer and Jordan my only role models
    That's why I walk around with all this gold on
    And every time I run into these niggas they want no problems
    Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
    All of the little accents that make me a king
    I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
    But it's whatever if somebody wan' make it a thing
    I'm more concerned what niggas thinkin' about Christmas in August
    Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
    Get some shake a brick in the press
    And chef it like Mrs. Fields they're making the cookie stretch
    I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
    Stunt like I'm workin' overnighters right by the motel
    Drug money, outfit record clean
    Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
    Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
    Places they say they've been, we've actually going for real
    I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rappin'
    I'm going trigga happy just to see my niggas happy
    Mixtape legend, underground kings
    Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things
    With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs
    Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams
    They take the greats from the past and compare us
    I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
    In a time where it's recreation
    To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations
    I know of all the things that I hear they be pokin' fun at
    Never the flow though, they know I run that
    Fuck you all, I claim that whenever
    I change rap forever, the game back together, yup
    YM, I remain that forever
    In the same place my brother Wayne at forever
    I'm a descendent of either Marley or Hendrix
    I haven't figured it out cause my story is far from finished
    I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me
    I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy
    Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy
    So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me
    Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up
    Roberson boost the rate up, it's time that somebody paid up
    A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up
    But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?
    Bought a white Ghost, now shit is gettin' spooky
    Very, very scary, like shit you see in the movies
    In this bitch all drinks on the house like Snoopy
    That's why all the real soldiers salute me
    Trill nigga, for real

    You know I love this
    Yolo, "You Only Live Once"
    I'm going so hard my nigga, I swear homie
    Everyday is another opportunity to reach that goal

    I fell in love with the pen, started fucking in ink
    The hustle's an art, I paint it what I would think
    Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
    Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica
    Villa on the water with the wonderful views
    Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews
    Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival cruise
    And these niggas talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes
    It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
    Every by week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car
    Murder-cedes Benz of that bubble double R
    Headlights flickin', lookin' like a fallin' star
    Everyday them hammers bang, whippin' ye' like anime
    I run the game but the ladies think I'm running game
    Mink coats making women wanna fornicate
    Rosay and Drake, I'm gettin' cake, nothin' short of great huh! Writer/s: Aubrey Drake Graham, Justin Gregory Smith, Anthony George Palman, William Leonard Roberts
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Songtrust Ave
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