U Already Know lyrics

by

Bun B


[Verse 1 - Starlito]
Got me going through a thing, bout to go insane
This ho I’m with think I don’t know she only want my change
She only see my past, even though a n*gga changed
She only see my cash, so I won’t give her anything
So frequently we clash, she speak her mind then give me brains
Sweetheart mouth, she’ll eat your heart out if you let her, I discontinued the strain
Our situation is strange, I call it growing pains
Cause I really loved her but know I ain’t really showed it man
Soon as you grow up you know there’s some nights that you’ll only be the coldest
I’m tired of playing house and sleeping over, we only getting older
These hoes be taking they toll, hope you ain’t notice this boulder on my shoulder
My guilty conscience doing life with no parole cause I ain’t sh*t
I already know, my heart’s so cold
Thought about throwing it, I suppose, but how though?
The block was hot, we used to heat the house with the stove
These are thoughts that I have when I’m out on the road
The money come fast so I count it slow

[Hook – Starlito][x2]
Ain’t no love in this sh*t, get the money, f*ck the fame
That sh*t lame, it don’t exist
You already know how this sh*t go
Get sh*t jumping and watch how quick they get to switching like 64
You already know
[Verse 2 – Scotty ATL]
GPS on dollar sign, and the map say we ain’t far away
Underground with a hoop dream and a crossover like Hardaway
Couple n*ggas I thought were 100 and 1, we parted ways
Shining hard on these f*ck n*ggas can’t throw no shade
No love and I learned that like real quick, hawk a loogie, this real spit
Pimping n*ggas bought you a fit, you might be rolling with a real b*tch
I lower my brim low, see me riding with the same n*ggas like every time in every city
Cause family matters, no Winslow
Inbox me on Facebook, comment on Instagram
Pictures like ten weeks ago, fame made you an insta friend
Damn I really hate that, tryna adjust to the love and hate
Take a n*gga back like 8 track, tell em Ben
Give me credit for my contributions, to my city, to this sh*t I helped rebuild
Cool ain’t cool no more, we made it cool still
No lames allowed and the skinny n*ggas rule, get money

[Hook][x2]

[Verse 3 – Young Dolph]
f*ck the fame, f*ck my phone, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these hoes
Get dough, you already know how this sh*t goes
All I know is stay down ten toes
Keep the burner on me for any n*ggas talking sh*t
Better be ready to get low
And they say that my wrist remind them of Christmas the way my sh*t glow
I just might pull up and burn an O with Burn One
If you didn’t know, now you know, south Memphis, that’s where I come from
I met lil mama for the first time, now the b*tch swear that she want some
Sick of everybody asking me “Dolph, where that money come from?”
What? n*gga you already know, n*gga let me borrow that ho
Quit b*tching, that’s how the game go
Say that nothing ever stays the same forever, but I swear I never change though
Imma keep some extra strong in my swisher and some mud in my Faygo
[Hook][x2]
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