Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can Tell, artist - Key Glock. Album song Son Of A Gun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
I Can Tell |
Shit gettin' real, yeah |
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah |
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah |
I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah |
It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah |
It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah |
Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me |
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it |
On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business (Yeah) |
I get plenty (Guap) |
They askin' how it feel to be independent (Huh?) |
Bitch, that’s a no-brainer, I know you see it (Know you see it) |
I be ballin' on these niggas, they ain’t got defense (Nah) |
Yeah, diamonds on my neck got your bitch seasick (Big rock) |
Yeah, and bitch, you know my name, you know I keep it (Big Glock) |
I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix (Remix) |
These niggas claim they drinkin' Act', shit, they can keep it (Keep that shit) |
Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit, it ain’t no secret (It ain’t no secret, bitch) |
These niggas hate me, but they really wanna be me (Niggas wanna be me) |
I feel like MJ, I’m goin' for another three-peat |
Uh, yeah, bitch, I’m airborne, they can’t see me |
Shit gettin' real, yeah |
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah |
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah |
I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah |
It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah |
It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah |
Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me |
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it |
On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business |
Yeah, young rich nigga still chillin' in the trenches, yeah |
Told my gang this summer it’s gon' be a killing, yeah |
I had to tell some fuck niggas keep they distance, yeah |
I had to tell my bitches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh |
To theyself |
Bitch, I’m tryna keep, keep, keep gettin' wealthy |
I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy |
Yeah, I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy |
Yeah, I just can’t stop flexin' |
I’m 'bout to put some yellow diamonds in a Skydweller |
Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars, might get a box Chevy |
Ayy, I just checked my bank account and this shit gettin' serious, serious |
Shit gettin' real, yeah |
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah |
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah |
I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah |
It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah |
It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah |
Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me |
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it |
On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business |