Lyrics Find Out (feat. Kaz Money) - Mjeezy

Acting like they don't know, They gon' find out
Keep my name out your mouth, I'mma find out
They're gon' feel it in their soul, They gon' find out
They gon' find out, Tell them they gon' find out

Black flag, I'm the captain
Skull and bones, secret hand shakes
Black gloves, black mask on
Every line is like a ration
Incomparable with this rap shit
I'm a demon to the masses
I'm used to beef and the cashes
I oblige with the caskets
Yo, you hear that shit?
Fucking rats, think they're up in the attic
Get the bat isn't it fucking ironic
These muthafuckas already above us defying logic
They full of shit, think they need a colonic
I Put there faces on obituaries like Dre on the chronic
Since we got it they want it, they'll never get it
It's better to forget it before your vitals diminished and we literally dead it
Every time I think they fall back, fall back
They get replaced with a new cast, who's that
Fuck that shit, they all on broke back
Fuck that shit, they're low like ball sacks
God damn rattas
Pick the bones when we trash them
Enemies I outlast them, find them a place to rest turn to ashes fuck it

Acting like they don't know, They gon' find out
Keep my name out your mouth, I'mma find out
They're gon' feel it in their soul, They gon' find out
They gon' find out, Tell them they gon' find out

I'm still at it, but they all gone
Never listened, same old song
The survivors in my squadron, take the whole pie, fuck a portion
This is ours now, we them owners, no more pawn shit, we them bosses

Now witness the dawn of the dead
As I place banana peels on the edge, eh
Be mindful watch where your step, eh
I mean how dumb can you get, eh
To you it's a game, me I'm obsessed
I'm on a stage, you on the bench, eh
You ain't like me
With me they like whoop! with you they're like meh
They nibble on the crumbs that we left them
Pick 'em up, leave them looking anorexic
This is child's play, I think you need a lesson
You doodle while I draw like a western, pow
Serial killer, I'm running rampant
Got the ability to get the crowd amped up
Tilt the whole fucking planet off it's axis
Even Spartans would agree this is madness
Count the body bags up in the attic
As I tally the number of those deceased
Cuz of static of rubbing me the wrong way get overdramatic
I'm an addict to catching bodies like an acrobat it's madness
Automatic, they panic, and now they're poppin' xannies
I'm authentic, I don't vanish, still dropping panties
Since '06 been getting better, they all vexed
Like an old ex, they're outdated like old specs

Acting like they don't know, They gon' find out
Keep my name out your mouth, I'mma find out
They're gon' feel it in their soul, They gon' find out
They gon' find out, Tell them they gon' find out