Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Know, artist - Cemetery Drive. Date of issue: 24.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Know |
| I know, know these labels hit my phone and I’m wondering if they can take my |
| soul |
| I don’t think so, this ain’t up for grabs, if you looking keep your eyes closed |
| Closed case no way if you sobbing in that office you can cry more |
| I know |
| I got labels on my baggies I got labels on my drawers |
| No label on my music ‘cause my music isn’t yours |
| I got labels on my looks I got labels on my voice |
| As if I really had a choice what you say |
| Either way, your boy is a force to be reckoned with |
| Me and my team always first, no second shit |
| Oy vey, all from different coordinates |
| Still got the same fucking vision, that’s 4k |
| Who you playing out here mister A & R man? |
| Mister «y'all the next Wu,» bitch you crazy god damn yea |
| I know I know I know I know I know I know that |
| Labels want your cash, you won’t even see a dollar back |
| Call it rap, call it emo trap just to market it |
| We on the map, starter caps with the CD coffin yea |
| Still we somewhat slept on, fuck ya ****** |
| Yea fuck appraisal by a label show y’all who you oughta bet on |
| I know, know these labels hit my phone and I’m wondering if they can take my |
| soul |
| I don’t think so, this ain’t up for grabs, if you looking keep your eyes closed |
| Closed case no way if you sobbing in that office you can cry more |
| I know |
| Why your A & R texting like a bad bitch? |
| Something kinda flirty, kinda nasty, want it mad quick |
| Ain’t with all the games, wanna get it ‘fore the bag switch |
| Up, wanna hit me with a pen like a bad kid |
| Tour stains all up on my shirts and my hoodies |
| I ain’t here to conversate, need my bag full of goodies |
| I’ma get this cake, eat it too, gut say I shouldn’t |
| Label wanna sign me like I’m property, I feel like Woody |
| You got people you extorting, I got shit that I’m importing |
| Man you wouldn’t understand, ‘cause your ass is not important |
| Yeah you want us for the money but you’ll never touch this fortune |
| I don’t ever fuck with blood suckers, done with all these serpents |
| You can take your 360 and shove it up your ass |
| Maybe then all the shit you talk would never come to pass |
| I’m so done with this shit man lets take you to task |
| You is a bitch and now stuck in our past |
| My nigga I’m stuck here, the blackest city ever |
| Coming straight from the mud here, yes I’m from the seven |
| Didn’t know there were bloods here, rest assured |
| I’m kinda wack though, ain’t no turning back though |
| Matter of fact bro give me, all of your money |
| Your time your love your hate your pain your ways |
| ‘Gon change me, all for the better |
| All of this came from a golden sweater |
| I know, know these labels hit my phone and I’m wondering if they can take my |
| soul |
| I don’t think so, this ain’t up for grabs, if you looking keep your eyes closed |
| Closed case no way if you sobbing in that office you can cry more |
| I know |