Kno No More
Ayy, this that shit they be wanna hear Quan
This the homie they be waitin' on Quan
These niggas must've forgot
Well show 'em then (go)
Still pullin' up in a middle of the hood in the six in a drop top
You can ask Maceo, first young nigga park that Bentley in the middle of the block
And where I'm from don't come with that poppin' shit
'Cause these young niggas over here robbin' (I swear these young niggas don't play 'bout me)
These young niggas over here starvin'
Give the boy a plate, guarantee he'll eat
Got it out the mud, nigga look at my feet (ayy, these ain't even come out yet)
The last one it was on you, nigga, this one on me
I was in the penthouse, smokin' on the top floor
Chillin' in the suite that's when shit got sweet
I couldn't even eat when they killed Lil C (nah)
I told my mama don't worry 'bout stress and if she got problems to put 'em on me
I remember starvin', we couldn't eat
I done came a long way from that driveway now it's marble on my feet
Gotta keep that .40 on my jeans in case a target on me
I was told to never settle, wanted to be with you forever
but I don't know no more
I don't know no more, I don't know no more (I don't know no more)
I don't know no more, I don't know no more
I don't know no more (I don't know no more)
Ayy, ayy
I don't like hoes who basic, I don't like too much makeup
Hell, I don't even like sittin' in my car too long
They know I'm too impatient, lil' nigga face it
I pull up in a spaceship, this 600 spacious
I might go boss up on my neighbors and buy some more acres (talk to 'em Quan)
Ayy, I remember goin' to school and I ain't had no paper
Thinkin' 'bout puttin' hundred thousand in my school now 'cause I got a little paper
I ain't crashin' out for no dumb shit when my people needin' me
A lot of these niggas scared of money 'cause they too worry 'bout what people think
And I don't give a fuck about what people think
Down to my last line, let me call Tripp for some juice
'Cause a young nigga need a drink
You might not like me but I'ma make these young niggas
Respect this shit the Aretha way (Rich Homie, baby)
Started off friends, then we got closer
Shit went bad and you and you ask was it over all I said was
I don't know no more, I don't know no more
I don't know no more (I don't know no more)
I don't know no more, I don't know no more
I don't know no more (I don't know no more)
Ayy, ayy
