Know Ya Steez (Intro)
Lyrics
Sicker than the outstanding in the midst of a pandemic
No hiding, no maskin' it
Back for the bands, rockin' 'til we run up a bag
Thinking they glitch a matrix, they try to run up but lag
Ok, good help is hard to find, but trouble stay around the corner
Hard Mondays staying easy like Sunday Morning
Round Robins, the boy wonders about the circulation of the wrong news
Navigating noise of lost fools
Locatin' statements of deflated nations, debatin' greatness
Waitin' patient for the saving graces of this aging hatred
They portray us in, formulaic bins of problems they feel we gotta solve
But they don't think we level up, or not evolved
Being wicked in my mean streets, none of my friends speak
Well honestly, because the homies moved away
All throughout the city, no games, nothing new to play
Married their hoods, and they probably a caught a blooming bouquet
I understand, hugging the block, I don't like them open arms welcomes
Burners heat wavin' flesh until they all melt them
Walkin' around sayin' a cool vest could help him,
Tryna grow from the roots, Illadelph 'em
But I'm from the city of Charms, based out the Countyside
Where they think we bounty soft, but whole time, I'm down to ride
For the cause, when you need homies
Under the positive influence, you can promethazine on me
On the day to day,
No matter where you tryna go, or where you tryna stay
Get lifted from some sticky icky icky icky all day
Or the shots you take, tryna make a break
You gotta know your steeze
On the day to day,
No matter where you tryna go, or where you tryna stay
Get lifted from some sticky icky icky icky all day
Or the shots you take, tryna make a break
You gotta know your steeze
Sicker than the outstanding in the midst of a pandemic
No hiding, no maskin' it
Back for the bands, rockin' 'til we run up a bag
Thinking they glitch a matrix, they try to run up but lag
Ok, good help is hard to find, but trouble stay around the corner
Hard Mondays staying easy like Sunday Morning
Round Robins, the boy wonders about the circulation of the wrong news
Navigating noise of lost fools
Locatin' statements of deflated nations, debatin' greatness
Waitin' patient for the saving graces of this aging hatred
They portray us in, formulaic bins of problems they feel we gotta solve
But they don't think we level up, or not evolved
Being wicked in my mean streets, none of my friends speak
Well honestly, because the homies moved away
All throughout the city, no games, nothing new to play
Married their hoods, and they probably a caught a blooming bouquet
I understand, hugging the block, I don't like them open arms welcomes
Burners heat wavin' flesh until they all melt them
Walkin' around sayin' a cool vest could help him,
Tryna grow from the roots, Illadelph 'em
But I'm from the city of Charms, based out the Countyside
Where they think we bounty soft, but whole time, I'm down to ride
For the cause, when you need homies
Under the positive influence, you can promethazine on me
On the day to day,
No matter where you tryna go, or where you tryna stay
Get lifted from some sticky icky icky icky all day
Or the shots you take, tryna make a break
You gotta know your steeze
On the day to day,
No matter where you tryna go, or where you tryna stay
Get lifted from some sticky icky icky icky all day
Or the shots you take, tryna make a break
You gotta know your steeze
Writer(s): Taron Holder
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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