Lord Knows

[Verse 1: Ron] Influenced by kings in Texas Fours poured whips throwed pros collective Prometh love she leaning off a message I just say I like that ass sunny side up breakfast And I'm hoping I never fall in love She probably find another nigga if I open up Don't get me twisted I ain't like them niggas that be pouting I can throw my feelings out and get you wetter than a fountain Then get on these tracks and spit that crack rock mountain The whole fam hustle ain't never had an allowance No disrespect I'm telling you what's real over here And if you niggas real me and my niggas bout it But I ain't rally into violence Plotting to get that cash that's what I'm doing when I'm quiet I bring your girl along she can count them thousands If money the root of evil well call me satan's accountant (I swear) [Verse 2: Ron] We chasing cash making a living Die for this money man I'm trying make a killing Please don't get offended I don't need no drama I'mma always miss her but I'm never miss a dollar And she's looking for fame strutting in that Prada And I need a future actress or a future model And they saying it's more money more problems I don't think money got a twitter but watch I follow My wallet and her mind in my back pocket Sit on it as the crack the seal of that bottle tropic Money and this girl I thought I loved is our topic She was my beautiful monster nigga the lovely lochness But the night is young we getting old you can't believe it Shining so much make Stevie Wonder wonder and see it I do it for my city don't ask why Just know I wrote Hammond and 212 on the sky (Now look up)