Need To Know

[Hook]: Who we signed to? How they find you? Are you gon' fall off? Let me just remind you These aren't the things you need to know These aren't the things you need to know What's he wearin'? What's he drivin'? What they drinkin'? If that what you thinkin' then These aren't the things you need to know These aren't the things you need to know [Verse One]: They say I need to get my pockets fat and they right That's why I'm sittin' writin' rhymes on a Saturday night Fuck with my dawgs, but please don't be mad if they bite Wanna battle? We might, plug in your battery tight Keep braggin' about your salary height After you get a phone to call up and tell me Smell me? , e-mail me For now I'm runnin' thangs like, feet don't fail me Misfit, flip shit, twisted Aimin' for my head but they missed it Pour a glass, sip sip Back on the topic of a topicless rhyme The product that I prepare and properly prime The minister that's sinister, too awkward to shine The architecture's perfect in a flawless design Slow it down so they know you mean everything Dressed to kill, fresh till death wedding ring My beat game's something that I never bring This is what I became cause my eyes see pain Waitin' on the main event, that's how I pregame Won't stop till the game's renamed in my honor Yeah [Hook]: Who we signed to? How they find you? Are you gon' fall off? Let me just remind you These aren't the things you need to know These aren't the things you need to know What's he wearin'? What's he drivin'? What they drinkin'? If that what you thinkin' then These aren't the things you need to know These aren't the things you need to know [Verse Two]: By now I know I got you open Leanin' forward into the palm of my hand for the next notion You smokin', but what you smokin' is less potent We classy mane, you ashy, get lotion Damn Julius, what do we need to know then? Do you and never try to fix what's not broken Playin' with my money like playin' with my emotions Playin' with my family and you floatin' in the ocean I'm a villain on the run with a bag of gwap Dollar sign on the bag runnin' past the cops Hamburgerler, a Meal would make me Happy A $100 cash, seven pieces of nugget and make it snappy I'm tryin' to make this cash fool You gotta eat fast dude, so you resorting to fast food Some people hear that and they wanna go eat And some people biggin' me up cause they know the street I'm usually not the type of dude to go compete Cause I know when niggas hear real songs they'll know it's heat And that's one thing you need to know So stop askin' me questions, I need to go [Hook]: Who we signed to? How they find you? Are you gon' fall off? Let me just remind you These aren't the things you need to know These aren't the things you need to know What's he wearin'? What's he drivin'? What they drinkin'? If that what you thinkin' then These aren't the things you need to know These aren't the things you need to know [Verse Three]: Stand next to me, that's a recipe for equity Back row heckle me, never let them get to me Block 'em out, see that right there is ecstasy These are the things you need to know, the bare necessities Deep in debt but soon the game will be in debt to me Salty that nobody hollered or cared to get with me My releases are something to wait for I still put 'em out for free though I need to make more I'm in Rhode Island, blazin' on Lakeshore Blunt cruisin', two trucks deep like a skateboard That's a good look, I make that fly And you ballin' up your fists like, "I hate that guy." Hey, that's what I deal with on the day to day New artists don't have the money to pay from play Buzzin' off the word of mouth It's Julius the mother f'in Myth, illest nigga you heard about Paparazzi got me poppin' on lapel oh well Somebody stop me or I overload the floppy Roger that, copy Dancin' like the Jabbawockeez Edamame and saki, 5'10" stocky Paparazzi got me poppin' on lapel oh well Somebody stop me or I overload the floppy Roger that, copy Dancin' like the Jabbawockeez Edamame and saki, 5'10" stocky It's the Werf. It's the Werf. Julius Myth