Текст песни You Know What I Mean (feat. Manny Phesto) - Manny Phesto , Og Grip

Yeah
Yeah uh
Something like that

Long as the beat boom bapping
And the streets stay trapping
Then the stress don't matter to me
Then we making shit happen
Got a lady coming back
To bring a big ole bag of the weed
Bag of that weed
Long as the profit keep coming
And the risk ain't all that it seems
And my wallet need stuffing
So I'm counting these up
We up to something
If you know what I mean

Most of my life I grew up hustling
Shit I can't blame myself for that As a youngster I was struggling
Got on the corner moved some crack
But I changed though
So don't judge me off of that
I got kid's I'd plug a nigga but I ain't out promoting that
I'm buying stocks now diversifying my portfolio
If I'm on the corner now
I'm trying to save another soul
Aight I'm smoking dope
Shit I gotta keep it real with you In hopes you get the real picture And sticks with you
Real shit
I could show you how real real get
Like trying to feed four babies off this hustle money & Imfip
No benefits
401k's or IRA's
Just me & Manny on this 2:48
To say what we say

Long as the beat boom bapping
And the streets stay trapping
Then the stress don't matter to me
Then we making shit happen
Got a lady coming back
To bring a big ole bag of the weed
Bag of that weed
Long as the profit keep coming
And the risk ain't all that it seems
And my wallet need stuffing
So I'm counting these up
We up to something
If you know what I mean

This a great strain
Back in the days we used to scrape change
Just did a couple a dates
We played In 8 states
Rollin up a blunt that's an eighth
Just to save space
And I see ya face
And I know that it radiates hate
I'm still standin
Some are gone and it's real tragic
Ain't been coming home a lot
I'm real active
Couple hundred dollars on a zone
I got a real habit
And I've picked a couple of em wrong
Who were foreal battshit
We smoking somethin
Plotting on the road or somethin
Riding by the folks
Tell the policeman that noone loves em
I Got a guatamalan stoagie that rolled this up with
And had jobs I've offered bros Cant have my homies suffering

Long as the beat boom bapping
And the streets stay trapping
Then the stress don't matter to me
Then we making shit happen
Got a lady coming back
To bring a big ole bag of the weed