Let Em Know

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] Yeah, uh, yeah, look [Verse] I've done things most niggas'll never do I've seen things most niggas'll never see I've gone places most niggas'll never go Nah, I ain't braggin', I just gotta let 'em know So when you talk to a nigga better treat him as such I always stood on my own two, I never needed a crutch I'm KD in the clutch 'cause if I let that bitch fly you immediately touch Mwah, kisses, goodbye I kick shit with misfits, hit chicks, and slide Slick sick like I slit my wrist and died I give off a Piston vibe, I'm a bad boy I'll give you the blues brotha', you Dan Aykroyd Rappers is fibbin', note pads turnin' to tabloids Kids turn into killers, don't beliеve that noise When did rap bеcome wrestling? So now you gotta act? Shit's depressin' Them fools will get clapped in the West Inn Lil' niggas twistin' their fingers, literally pointin' a handgun, never lifted a banger (Hah) But let their raps tell it niggas is gangster Me? I'm just a thug with a picture to paint ya I'm tryna put some gold in your memory bank, uh I been told 'em, niggas can't hold 'em Shit, I spit so potent like I'm spittin' from a podium Dudes is salty, ease up off the sodium Gassin' trash rappers they eat up y'all petroleum Think they bulletproof 'til somebody put a hole in 'em And I'm just holdin' my scrotum over soul chops Yeah, it's GRIP, chip off the old block Tote Glocks that'll rip off ya whole top And if we put the guns away, you gettin' cold cots Servin' up cold cuts like a sandwich shop Jam and pop with the blammer cocked I know a lot of niggas wishin' the man had flopped But nah, he stand' tall and demand his props New nigga that get compared to greats But I'm the only one that gotta bear this weight So if you wanna lend a hand, you should share this tape How I'm tryna do the gang you would swear its rape Gotta milk this shit for what it's worth, get the butter first They gon' have to cut a check 'fore I cut a verse I'll be damned if I got this far to struggle worse Nigga, I'm tryna put some M's in my mother's purse Been goin' in like a knocked knee That's why in my city I'm top three, I mean, who else if not me?