Only Thing We Know

[Verse 1] I hate dreaming, cause I'm awake scheming You talk down my stocks, hope we break even I ain't fully weathered I got clothes for every season Rewind all those years, you'll find a million reasons You turn a cheek now you claiming that you see this Once they say they love me, they gun' label me a genius You said I shouldn't even bother leaving as a semen Out the penis of my father, ain't no fat bitch singing opera Fuck that '96 Altima I use to whip around Use to flip over the cushions when the tank was getting down Just from kicking and pushing look what we getting now I get dab's and good looking's cause of what was written down I don't talk to my brother, he ain't Robert I ain't Raymond But let me quit my bitchin' I know you tired of me complaining We ain't cut from the same cloth, I'm bad at fabricating Tell 'em Cuey ain't plain its beyond entertaining [Hook] Let me get my cash up, let me get my cash up Cause your two cents don't really fucking add up Its kinda getting old Let me get my cash up, let me get my cash up Cause what we doing now is the only thing we know & you try to call the phones but we too busy about to blow Ain't doing what we know, its the only thing we know [Verse 2] Work hard, but yeah you know I gotta When you grow up bothered, cop a lot of shit to fix what's inside ya I see they offers, take a look at my rider You ain't bugging, my name getting bigger on flyers With dames sucking my wang up while they humming Kya Came up with no name so it just makes me liver Got that mass appeal, raps are ill, have to feel Never said what I wanted, fuck it I'mma crack the seal I don't care if you buzzing or if you have a deal My competition is either dead or worth half a 'bill But y'all hate me, tell me what I'm doing Don't forget we in the same league, call me Cam Newton Run shit like Mr. Spacely see me in the future If the lens ain't faced me why the camera shooting? I don't know, its a waste see, you know what we doing You don't like it, you can't change me, that bullshit we moving [Hook] [Verse 3] Love money, but yeah you know I have to When you grow up half bastard every fucking penny matters Nothing to something... the story of a rapper Look at me, what you want? I'm the one she jocking after Reason why she left your ass, homie you don't stroke her right I have sleepovers at her house, her mother find me so polite Open mics turning into parties with the socialites No matter how long it take they always say its overnight I'mma pop bottles like I'm Dame Dash in Big Pimpin' Did you just misspell name tags for a plane ticket? It ain't luck its hard work cause this shit ain't written She think I suck, but want to suck me; It's the same difference I smell like hard work paying off Your opinion change while we maintaining ours Cause this the shit that happen when you follow your heart I'mma watch this play out till you all fall apart [Hook]