The Alchemist - You Know lyrics

[Boldy James] Alan the Chemist Concreatures Boldy Bricks, yeah When them birds flying high in the sky You know how I'm feelin' already And I don't wanna kick it cause ya'll n***as petty And if that's ballin' I'm in L.A. with Jefe On that Mac Mall sh** cause I'm all about my fetti Yes yes, UPS'll send 'em next day Overnight, Fed Ex, express, ese Never been a coward or a p**y in these streets And I put that on a G like a thousand word essay Bricks on consignment, dirty dishes in the sink Finna cook another ki with this chopper and this SK Pistol whippin, I do the fool in the kitchen When I'm spinnin, and I only rock the Trues with the thick stitches I ain't the man but I damn sure know him Got a fin fulla bands and my hand finna blow it Like I grow it, if you gettin' money then show it I talk it cause I live it, but you already know it It's Concreatures [Hook] I'm on my throwback Bo Jack but you already know that And it's a known fact That I sold crack and all my n***as don't rap We get the load back Them bolds and ? we got them b**hes on deck They got my phone tapped I ain't goin' back, tell them b**hes get the bozack [Boldy James] n***as know that they better run that dough back 'Fore we hit your door with the calicos, no on smack We smack n***as for fat living and dog Check the sh** out of b**h a** n***as tell 'em to fall back We get points on the pack, and hit y'all wit' the sacks And shake no weight, I'm sellin' all packs I got the Master P hook up, recipe to cook up In the middle of spring I bring fall back For my dogs in them Bronco colors Blue and orange on the yard doin' football numbers I jumped off the porch and I took off runnin' Had a long run, it's been a long time comin' When chances were slim to none I was the skinniest one but kept the biggest gun In the hood I'm a boss cause I get it done My n***as empty drums, pull up and pull off now that's a hit and run [Hook] [Boldy James] Cause old habits, it's hard for me to break those We weigh packages whole, shake rattle and roll I'm talkin' crate loads Easy pa**in' through tolls, breakin' the border Meetin' quotas, drinkin' gla**es of rose And Moet for Moses, diamonds in my gold link Glowin' piece, goin' when I'm strikin' a pose We finally famous but this the life that we chose Gold wire, C frames with the ice on my nose [Hook]