Shoulda Known

[Hook x2] One love You can let it out You can let it out You can let it out, cause I shoulda known, shoulda known I shoulda known, shoulda known [Verse 1] Bino, I'm so for real-o, green like I'm Cee Lo Hangin' out with Kilo... Kish, smokin' on that keisha I'mma need that visa I'm working on everything that I'm touching man I'm bussin' two white Russians drinking themselves But it's still ain't nothing yo It's East side if you can't tell, North Decatur and Glendale So fuck y'all, all y'all, if y'all don't like me... good Put that on my partner man, I wish a nigga would I say we ain't playing man I hope that's understood I'm in my zone though, fucking round with that 4-0 Eating my mamas salmon but skipping on the risotto Girl said that she need the follow, tweet her and she'll do any Man, I'm trying to stay off, readin' em makes me angry On the back on the tour bus, recording the two of us Stacks at the Apple store, man this ballin' is new to us Trying to make amends, bailing on all my friends Niggas went to the club, sent a beat to Gucci instead Man I'm feelin' right, my nigga Fam yelling "don't stop" And half my crew is always faded on some lowtop Stopped drinking for the most part My only vices all our pictures on my laptop Screaming at me saying "I ain't what you really want" Christina's parents baby all I make is Milians We got the shows, we got the paper, but I want respect So tell them haters we ain't quitting yet Let 'em know [Hook x4] [Verse 2] One love, the thing that hasn't changed My parents lost their job, it's so cold in the A Now that I'm 1%, I send most of it home I want to stunt but she need to pay off her student loans And everybody saying, "Get it while you hitting man We want them harder beats, that 808 you slipping man" Dude is so stupid popping anything they hand me On that parking lot pimping and politicking in Miami In that home of the D where they sell that cake batter Heard a voice in the back, hate from all the fake rappers That I shitted on, shitted on Shitted on, shitted on Rap your soul, dude, let the mic blaze Show 'em A-Town, East Side, all day I put it on, I put it on I put it on, I put it on Life is somethin' IMAX, film is at a climax I ain't even started, Was it stupid I departed? Man, probably, but now we do the things we always wanted I'm proud of me, cause I am undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with Please somebody cum laude me Graduated, anticipated the hatred and doubted me Not a prodigy, just a hard worker from the Dean's List But most these rappers doin' so-so like a seamstress Jesus [Hook x4]