All I Know lyrics

by

Nas


[Produced by Jahlil Beats]

[Intro]
Spent a lot of night and a lot of days hoping I get that work on

[Hook]
Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back
Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a n*gga flat
Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap
Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back
Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a n*gga flat
Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Running [?] hundred on your head, fill your top with lead
Far from fed
All my n*ggas starving, stomach feeling dead
Feeling fresh, I don't know bout you but I can make it back
Take a pack, bring it to the hood, bet I make a stack
Harlem's own, smokers call my phone when they want a fix
I can spit but I'm still up in the trap, I want a brick
Call my bluff, I just need some drugs, tired of being broke
f*ck the fame, got a lot of aim, let 'em see the scope
Bedroom full of white girl, let 'em see the coke
Rip a ounce right before I bounce, gotta flee the coast
b*tches know I can get it quick, all my sh*t legit
On the strip tryna make it flip, started out with nicks
Got the dimes coming from my [?] I seen a lot of crime
Out my mind, you, you better watch your moms
All of me giving all I got, now I'm calling shots
Ballet pick my parking spot, shots light up the parking lot
[Hook]
Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back
Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a n*gga flat
Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap
Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back
Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a n*gga flat
Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

[Verse 2: Tray Pizzy]
Back back, dare a n*gga front, hit 'em with the pump
With the sh*ts gun'll eat a clip, take a sh*t and dump
What you want, I can promise n*gga it ain't this duck
Dip you a burger n*gga I can get you flipped, get you clipped
I can get you hit, all I know is clap n*gga
Brick half quarter chicken, all I know is trap n*gga
Bottle, zip it, seal it get it, all I know is bag n*gga
You a b*tch, you be in the crib, you just rap n*gga
Trap lord, no Ferg bi, name a drug and I served it
My named good and I earned it
They had the knob down and I turned it
Tried school but I ain't learned sh*t
Kept it gully, that fern sh*t
Silence lambs, they ain't heard sh*t
Yoga flame and I burn sh*t
n*ggas wack, told 'em give it, y'all was murdered once
RIP Chinx, Riot Squad, word to Ferguson
f*ck your man raps, tell 'em that, I ain't heard of son
Broke & Trippy, neighborhood, b*tch I know you heard of 'em
[Hook]
Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back
Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a n*gga flat
Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap
Selling packs, youngin got a strap, tryna make it back
Home, got the crome, at your dome, lay a n*gga flat
Play it back, youngin in the front counting up twenty racks
In the trap, all I know is trap, all I know is trap

[Outro]
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