Lyrics Jme – You Know
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Welcome to life
Where fucked up shit happens
I go for hours, ain’t need drugs
I’m solar-powered, I don’t need a plug
I direct, my own videos
And I put ’em on TV too
You can call me the GPU
Plus man’s got dedicated fans
If I’m onstage, dance, ram
Crowd gets hot, water cool that
Take off the top, bottle get splashed
And I’ve got, bare plaques
Man sells tops, man sells hats
Yeah, instead of selling that piff
I got caps on lock so I don’t get shift, what?!
Man are gonna hate me you know
Before they just rate me you know
They can’t take it you know
That’s why they wanna fake it you know
Man are gonna hate me you know
Before they just rate me you know
They can’t take it you know
That’s why they wanna fake it you know
Bars? Man I’ve got bare
Houses and cars? We got that here
Ain’t got jewels, and I don’t care
Man ain’t a fool ’cause I got cash spare
Yo, man are spending a hundred bags on a watch and still don’t know what time it is
Man are draped in designer rags and cloth
Ayy you’re pissed, don’t wear Giuseppes or watch on my wrist
Skank like Skeppy in my Jordan 6
Cost one-fifth
Mum hears that, she will still diss, ayy!
She got a whip and a house and another house in homeland Nigeria
2010, finding rent money was all that was on the criteria
And it’s mad like that
Man are gonna hate me you know
Before they just rate me you know
They can’t take it you know
That’s why they wanna fake it you know
Man are gonna hate me you know
Before they just rate me you know
They can’t take it you know
That’s why they wanna fake it you know
Ayo Jamie, how you gonna block me man?
Easy, say you can’t stop these plans
Guys wanna chat about top three fam, ’til I pick up the mic and hot these man
Hot them up like Sriracha sauce
Blaze them up like cigars
Of course they’re gonna try take man’s spot
If you don’t think so then man might come after yours
Yeah, I get this a lot
Man diss me and think I don’t clock
‘Cause I don’t burn bridges, I let them rot
Crumble, drop in the water like plop
And if a man try swim, drown him
No holds barred, grudge match ting
And if I can still see a man’s boat then sweet-chin music make a boy sing like well, well, well!
Man are gonna hate me you know
Before they just rate me you know
They can’t take it you know
That’s why they wanna fake it you know
Man are gonna hate me you know
Before they just rate me you know
They can’t take it you know
That’s why they wanna fake it you know
