Know Bout Me

[Speaking Intro: Jay] We've been sitting on this one for a long time...it's y'all's now. Bag's packed, flight's booked, car's loaded. We got it all and we brought it all [Verse 1: Jay] I got a pen for the haters, and a pad for the hoes I got a crib for the summer that's where we rap when we home At any given' moment I'll be packed for the road But man I'm back up in the city when it matters the most C-c-come in to kill it I leave the track as a ghost I never sleep but I'm Knapp 'n I got a knack for the flows I'm trynna start a career spittin' raps with my homies I got a pack of 'em with me just when it matters the most Woah...try and laugh at me now Any rapper that attacks Knapp's backin' them down Been waiting my whole life to throw a hat in the crowd And I've been working every day to turn this cap to a crown Caressing her cheek and she be askin' me down But I'm just finessing the beat and they be askin' me how I could do you a favor, maybe throw you some paper But these hands around my ankles never draggin' me down So let go [Bridge: Jay] I got my bags packed, whatchu know 'bout me? Flight's booked, whatchu know 'bout me? Car's loaded, whatchu know 'bout me? And this the right hook to let 'em know bout me [Chorus: Timbaland] What you know bout me, what you know bout me What you know bout me, what you know bout me Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing [Verse 2: B. Raw] I'm getting back into rapping and trying to make a career Grammy nom's just coming out and I'ma get one next year Me and Jay be making all these fucking tracks that y'all feeling We doing shows in every city Chino pilots the lear I'm only going for gold, feels like I'm destined for greatness I want a villa in Rome, and a penthouse in Vegas I might make L.A. my home, and get a crib near the Lakers They'll know r-right where I'm staying when I perform at the Staples I got the crowd going crazy and they screaming Hallelujah Heard you out on stage they barely actin' like they knew ya, who ya? This is me formally introducing with a rhythm little slicker than Rick when he ruling Damn...had to do it I blew a rack on the shoes had to do it Never listen to 'em it's the fluence that influenced Always under the influence of some shit my people fluent [Chorus: Timbaland] [Verse 3: Jay] What you know 'bout me? I hate paying in credit Hate behaving my best just to make an impression But when it's making me famous no I don't hate the attention So you can take your objections and direct them straight to the exit It's starting to feel like I was fated and destined And yes the paper and pen are prepped to make me a legend Never been fazed when they hated or threatened I never rest, I never break, I never wait for a second ...no extra time on the wrist Maybe I could buy it when I'm finally rich I proudly ain't 'bout all the diamonds and shit But man there's five or six watches I'm just dyin' to get There's five or six kids that I'm probably with You find me ridin' with FLIP, or maybe Wyatt and Chris And there's some others for sure, but those my brothers for sure And so I hope it's not a problem if you not on the list What's up