Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Know, artist - JME. Album song Grime MC, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
You Know |
| Welcome to life |
| Where fucked up shit happens |
| I go for hours, ain’t need drugs |
| I’m solar-powered, I don’t need a plug |
| Indirect, me? |
| No |
| I direct, my own videos |
| And I put 'em on TV too |
| You can call me the GPU |
| Plus man’s got dedicated fans |
| If I’m onstage, dance, ram |
| Crowd gets hot, water cool that |
| Take off the top, bottle get splashed |
| And I’ve got, bare plaques |
| Man sells tops, man sells hats |
| Yeah, instead of selling that piff |
| I got caps on lock so I don’t get shift, what?! |
| Man are gonna hate me you know |
| Before they just rate me you know |
| They can’t take it you know |
| That’s why they wanna fake it you know |
| Man are gonna hate me you know |
| Before they just rate me you know |
| They can’t take it you know |
| That’s why they wanna fake it you know |
| Bars? |
| Man I’ve got bare |
| Houses and cars? |
| We got that here |
| Ain’t got jewels, and I don’t care |
| Man ain’t a fool 'cause I got cash spare |
| Yo, man are spending a hundred bags on a watch and still don’t know what time |
| it is |
| Man are draped in designer rags and cloth |
| And you can’t do what Big Mikey did |
| Ayy you’re pissed, don’t wear Giuseppes or watch on my wrist |
| Skank like Skeppy in my Jordan 6 |
| Cost one-fifth |
| Mum hears that, she will still diss, ayy! |
| She got a whip and a house and another house in homeland Nigeria |
| 2010, finding rent money was all that was on the criteria |
| And it’s mad like that |
| Man are gonna hate me you know |
| Before they just rate me you know |
| They can’t take it you know |
| That’s why they wanna fake it you know |
| Man are gonna hate me you know |
| Before they just rate me you know |
| They can’t take it you know |
| That’s why they wanna fake it you know |
| Ayo Jamie, how you gonna block me man? |
| Easy, say you can’t stop these plans |
| Guys wanna chat about top three fam, 'til I pick up the mic and hot these man |
| Hot them up like Sriracha sauce |
| Blaze them up like cigars |
| Of course they’re gonna try take man’s spot |
| If you don’t think so then man might come after yours |
| Yeah, I get this a lot |
| Man diss me and think I don’t clock |
| 'Cause I don’t burn bridges, I let them rot |
| Crumble, drop in the water like plop |
| And if a man try swim, drown him |
| No holds barred, grudge match ting |
| And if I can still see a man’s boat then sweet-chin music make a boy sing like |
| well, well, well! |
| Man are gonna hate me you know |
| Before they just rate me you know |
| They can’t take it you know |
| That’s why they wanna fake it you know |
| Man are gonna hate me you know |
| Before they just rate me you know |
| They can’t take it you know |
| That’s why they wanna fake it you know |