Knew Better

I'll one day take over the w-

Third quarter, three orders, back on the fence

New order, old testaments, I don't like estimates

Need precision, dividends, on paper

Ridin' on scrapers, bandana 'round tapers

Geekin' on X, break the pill like a waiver

Brown sugar dipped in an apple, Ole Quaker

Codeine and codeine and codeine and codeine

Codeine in a semi, diamond-stacked shaker

Brown paper bag hold some soul exchangers

I'ma shoot shit like a Globetrotter

Hoes wild away, still toes around me (damn)

I'm a big-toe stepper, don't check on lil' bros

And don't check, I hope you took all of your valuables

If your ho double-take, dawg, she's an animal

I would, I would, I would, I would

Traded my BM, mad all my hoes look just like her

Told her, she's the beta

Twinnem go Steph and lil' Miles like Atheta

Lookin' like Beyoncé, just wanna cater

Duckin' off with her, I'm out in Decatur

The gentrified part not Panola, know better (what the fuck?)

If you knew better, you'd prolly do better

Twin turbo, two twins, knock 'em down like Twin Towers

Betty Shabazz and Coretta, I'm a real deal activist

I'm sippin' mud, need a shower (oh my)

Fuck a ghost, I'm a real deal black nigga

Standin' and livin' outside with the power (that's a fact)

Mdma on my tongue kinda sour

Far from a coward, prestigious as Howard

In the two-door, doin' two hunnid an hour

Headed down Broward, pour up a four, Zay Flowers

If you knew better you'd do better, huh?

If you knew better you'd do better, huh?

If you knew-

If you knew better you'd do better, huh?

If you knew better you'd do better, kid (look)

If you knew better you'd do better, dude (hop in the)

If you knew, uh, uh, uh (look, uh)

Hop in the whip, crank that bih as loud as it gets

You can make a lil' vehicle flip

Bought my mom a crib (oh, shit, I did it)

Off the lyrical, miracle, spiritual shit (fuck)

Imperial, get the grrt, scratch off the serial (fah, fah, yeah)

Tote a TEC if you too territorial (yeah)

They been murdering niggas from Moreland Way down to Memorial

See the murals, it's the debt that was paid (debt that was paid, uh)

When life laying in the bed that was made

Now who funny? Too sunny, who brung the shade?

You running blue, call me Bubonic Plague

New money, power, respect, I can make 'em sick

A new Patek put the puke on the face

It's the Crucible, d-d-d-doomsaday, and I'm Duke Nukin' Route

Put the juke on the Jakes

Fast, gotta get the cash through the dash

Nigga, hit the gas, start Britney Spears dancing

Open chest, took one to the chin, I'm a champion

Tisha Campbell, I'm still here, I'm still standing

After the storm clear, wash the blood off the curb

Only the finest sun burnt the city to dirt

Now we outside thuggin', gotta him where it hurt

God heard the people praying for mercy

See it from the outside, need to look at the surface

You see a certain people assembling, subservient

Circle around the Earth, and you're seeing the same serpent

Determine to still kill and destroy, and it's kind of work

From back to whipping a slave to whipping the work in the kitchen

Tripping, forgetting to close the curtain

It's certain this shit is a curse and it's very personal

So I'm putting it in a verse, you're hearing it first

See which hurts, nigga

Uh, the Devil saw some people starting to give in (yup)

Applying pressure tryna squeeze out some sins

Circle loco off the ten, bobblehead

Buddy in the pen, got his ass beat

So bad, converted to Islamic ways

I don't remember you back in the days

Calling my first name won't make me remember

You niggas rather dickride than dismember

You niggas rather fall off then contender

You niggas rather lose pot then follow the agenda

You niggas Tyson, y'all tender

I'll put out the fender

I personally send the work back to the sender (okay)

I am an organic holified sinner (okay)

I am a granter, put shit on my momma and lyin' (okay)

I'm a bad man

If it's not you, then it's me, I'd be dammed

I got kids who need pots so I'm paying

And if it's smoke, I need work the same night no next day

No time off, no delaying

They live on the net, they be playing

I be preaching, pimping and popping it (yeah)

Shit be popping, dropping and locking it (yeah)

And my right hand on the westside

It's an FN and I'm cocking it

I'm shooting this shit with a stock on it

I'm shooting this shit, I'm Stojanović

I can never switch up, I ain't Dončić

Country nigga in the summertime

Rocking chrome leather look like bondage (us)

With a bad bitch, where'd you find it? I'm on timin'

Look, uh

The name and collection, know the gang I'm in (it's the BlakkBoyz)

The time you should take, typa time I'm on

Beautiful world with a bunch of ugly events

Typa shit the gang like to shine a light on

The flames, I was walkin' through the flames, the fire

Lookin' for angels, all I could see was the cranes in the sky

And the vision that God, my brothers, and sisters, and ancestors

Combined another plane, it's playin' with my mind

We stand at the dawn of a new era defined by the three letters

The alpha, the line, the lead shepherd

So who tryna defy the word?

I turn this bitch into fireworks, right now, nigga, fuck the fourth of July

Fuck what they talkin' about, I'll punch you and your word of mouth

The South have somethin' to say, I'm sayin' it now

Displayin' the power the slave gave me to bring hours of pain

I'll call it God Likes Ugly, it's all the same shit (Christooo)