Songtexte You Know It - Cee

Ay, the kid is unstoppable, I stay on top of you
I make impossible do like it's fossil fuel
You see the obstacle, I see the dollars move
Listen, ay, the kid is a prodigy, fuck it I gotta be
Music and business and beer in my arteries
Only the timid is working the lottery
Homie that's weak shit, on that want it all for free shit
On that I ain't tryna be shit, need some GV shit
On some suck it up and eat shit
Y'all just leave the kid speechless, wanna be the C shit
All they ever do, speak shit, Cottonelle for the grill
Boy listen up and peep this, putting work till the team sick
But nary none are even real, let's get it though
Ay, I'm triple time man, double don't cut it
Simple minds man, hustle con run it
You even try man, I ain't gon' stutter, go get it kid
Ay, cause TMF this an early call
But the flame is so audible, hit the game like a storyboard
Every move planned right, here and there we had to rewrite
But still most panned out, motherfucker I direct this shit
I'm not an extra bitch, I'm the last one
Standing when the lights on cam's down
Ay, you know it, you know it, the man of the moment
You feeling the pressure? I'm feeling at home and
I figure the longer I'm here is a bonus, I'm saying though

Ay, you know, you know, you know, what the motherfuck it is
Ay, you know, you know, you know, who the motherfuck it is
Ay, you know, you know, you know, I'm the motherfucking shit
Ay, you know, you know, you know, what the motherfuck it is
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Ay, the kid is a problem, really I got 'em one
I just been busy with filling the offers up
Run like I got a gun until the dollars come, listen
Ay, the kid is a crazy fuck, like I ain't get paid enough
Hustle and angel dust, and killing
The blaze and I'm spacey to dangerous
Homie that's real shit, don't get no realer, drool heads go feel it
The things I've given up to be here, no filler
Most of y'all couldn't even deal, no winner
From sitting in kitchen, to family dinner
The language of bitching, this day is a mission
I can't even visit, I missed the last years with my dad
And it's all for the raps and the business, damn
So can't a motherfucker say shit to me, I got history
I been pissed and mean, the kid kissing teeth
But the squad stay strong like Mr. T
I need Listerine, I'm finna wash the taste out, y'all shit to me
The track blistering, is y'all listening?
I'ma drown out the noise in the name
Of rap, this a christening, preach
See, I ain't tryna front, y'all are kids to me
I can rock yo shit, never miss a beat
Can't touch my shit like a stripper steez
Ay, you know it, you know it, the man of the moment
You feeling the pressure? I'm feeling at home and
I figure I'm winning, I'm taking the throne and I'm saying though

Ay, you know, you know, you know, what the motherfuck it is
Ay, you know, you know, you know, who the motherfuck it is
Ay, you know, you know, you know, I'm the motherfucking shit
Ay, you know, you know, you know, what the motherfuck it is
Ay, you know it
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