Everybody Know lyrics

[Intro]
What
What what
What
What what

[Hook:]
Everybody know you f*cking up the game
Everybody know your sh*t it don't bang
Everybody know you never push cane
Never shot a thing, lame juice running in your veins
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
And didn't have to sell our soul
It's Statik KXNG sh*t, everybody know

[Verse 1:]
I came in this game without a dime to my name
The reason they f*ck with me, I was rhyming insane
Every line was designed with violence and pain
I spit and started climbing the ranks
Acapella n*gga, five minute flame
Then I was riding a train home, f*ckin' with Ramen
Doing stick ups with rusty llamas, we ain't got nothing in common
If I told you my life story man your stomach'll vomit
Now I'm big enough in the game to light a blunt on a comet
We the commission, we kill em, we ain't seeking permission
Amber alert, I probably with your freak if she missing
I'm expecting some head till I'm in a fetal position
She want breakfast in bed, b*tch better sleep in the kitchen
Speaking of sleepin, they sleep on me often
People are talking way more than they need to be talking
The presidential suite you're sleeping in need to be coffins
Aye, proceed with some caution when you're speaking of bosses
Your main piece can get tossed and Im'ma leave skeet In your office
I'm lethal and heartless, Yall n*ggas so weak to me
If you say something hot, Im'ma be shocked
Like seeing Stephen Hawking recently walking or easily jogging
Your features be garbage, the flow so queezy and nauseous
I'm sick, wheezing and coughing, man this rap sh*t so easy I'm off it
I just do it for the real ones who rest in peace and died
Man somebody gotta keep them n*ggas legacy alive
[Hook:]
Everybody know you f*cking up the game
Everybody know your sh*t it don't bang
Everybody know you never push cane
Never shot a thing, lame juice running in your veins
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
And didn't have to sell our soul
It's Statik KXNG sh*t, everybody know

[Bridge:] (2x)
b*tch n*ggas do it for the fame
Me and you will never be the same
Power, paper, pus*y, 187 on the haters
Statik Kxng and we illest in the game

[Verse 2:]
And everybody hol'up, It's obvious the streets know
From Starlet to Secret Sunday, even the freaks know
My Slaughterhouse shooters are deep on the East Coast
And you don't wanna see my Long Beach n*ggas in beast mode
f*ck with us, them damn hammers blasting in this bast*rd
Your homies gonna be puttin' bandanas in your casket
n*ggas got hands, Van Damme'll get his ass kicked
Rock you to sleep, the sandman will have your ass, b*tch
The return of real is on the cusp
So linkin' up with Selektah, that was a must
Even Pandora knows you n*ggas suck
I could never listen to your station and expect to hear us
[Hook:]
Everybody know you f*cking up the game
Everybody know your sh*t it don't bang
Everybody know you never push cane
Never shot a thing, lame juice running in your veins
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
We out here gaining power, getting paper, getting pus*y
And didn't have to sell our soul
It's Statik KXNG sh*t, everybody know