Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody Knows , by - Joey Fatts. Release date: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everybody Knows |
| Uh… shit from my gas |
| Seperating ourselves from our past |
| Perfectin' our roll over the yams |
| That’s why, we here |
| Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah |
| Pacin' around the villa in some Supreme slippers |
| On the phone with my lawyer talkin' about six figures |
| Don’t mistake the enigma, boy I’m a street nigga |
| Just educated, so these people like to deal with us |
| Infatuated with laws, checks, and money rolls |
| Without mistaking, we blow it because it comes and go |
| I got her waitin', she open, she’s trying to come and go |
| You probably think she a hoe, but she out a centerfold |
| Say this the life of a don |
| Keep the baddest queen up under my arm |
| Because a king shall fuck on a pawn |
| Say its chess not checkers, baby |
| God in these streets, these other niggas reverends, baby |
| Ain’t shit changed, yeah I’m still off 7th baby |
| Swervin' and swervin', pushin' a 6 |
| Had my pops sick when I went spent 80 on this |
| He said I ain’t learned shit when he was movin' these bricks |
| I said only if he knew how much money I’m gettin', nigga |
| Yeah |
| But everybody knows (because everybody knows) |
| Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you |
| People come and go, but everybody knows |
| That I’m fine without you |
| [Verse 2: Curren$y) |
| Yeah |
| Shiftin' gears |
| Seperatin' ourselves from our peers |
| Perfectin' our roles over the years |
| This is why we here, still, with so |
| Many people ended up lost |
| And fell off, but I remain |
| A boss at all cost |
| Depositin' more cake in the vault |
| Crazy pay from the verbal assault |
| Made me a star, bought my daddy a car |
| Diamond pieces for my niece |
| My niggas ask for guns and keys |
| Some of my niggas just want degrees |
| Help out all my dawgs |
| I don’t think none of them wrong |
| Kick it with the livin', the dead ones live on |
| Through the songs |
| See their face in smoke traces from the bong |
| Shit so serious, man, project window, box fan |
| To the air conditioned Rolls Royce sedan |
| Was the plan, nigga |
| Yeah |
| But everybody knows (because everybody knows) |
| Everybody knows, and I’m fine without you |
| People come and go, but everybody knows |
| That I’m fine without you |