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Ouu

You know very well

Who you are

Look, it was all reality, Mama ain’t really have no salary

Clothes raggedy, chili bowl on my head was a tragedy

No one laughed at me 'cause whether they was student or faculty

When it came to capping, they referred to me as your majesty

Lowkey: A coping mechanism

I told jokes 'cause I was broke and hoped it divert some attention

From the fact that we was five kids living in one room

Ain’t hit me 'til we played hide-and-seek

Nowhere to run to but the closet

Deserve applauses for making it out the slums

Gotta be flawless or hella cautious to make it without a gun

Hear ye, hear me, loud and clearly

Ain’t no Bambis on my block, they get turnt to deer meat, ouu

Rap cats fear me, Yahweh steer me

Biggie must be near me, how these beats be dearly

Departed;

don’t start it if you can’t finish hard

My partners retarded, was jackin' foreign cars

But we was just in high school, though

When «MOB safely on the daily» was advice to those

Guys who told me they can’t live life too slow

And then I’d teach them how you can—Ryu flow, hahaha

Ha-da-da-douken

I’ma grind till my mama out here drop-top-coupe'ing

Thot-thots choosing, block hot, Crockpot brewing

Touch Fat, I’ll cock back and have your top «Suu whoop"-ing

It’s all peace, lil' buddy

Murder tracks and interludes, word to Rican McGusty

Used to wanna make the trunk stutter like Bubba Ray Dudley

Get my highly effective habits straight from Stephen A. Covey

Hell, I be reading on the low, disagree with being broke

«Ultralight Beam"-ing, lowkey, feel like a beacon when I flow

I remember being poor, we was sleeping head to toe

Jacking oatmeal cookies and StarCrunches from Stop 'N' Go

Kenneth Cole, Guess Jeans, penny loafs

Every day, I was digesting plenty jokes

It was cold' who’d ever thought that I’d heat up?

Put instrumentals on my plate then break 'em down and eat 'em up?

Not me!

Before this, I played ball—you can Google me

If I met you in the hole, it was a eulogy

I swear to God, it amuses me

How I went from broads shooing me to tryna groove with me

Because I’ve musically transitioned;

now, I’m at a higher level

Caught me in a rainy season, this some dry weather

I chose Fat 'cause I knew I couldn’t acquire better

Me and Fat, Notebook status, we tryna die together

Don’t smoke but if I did we’d get high together

Or do like The O’Jays and prob’ly cry together

I ain’t gon' lie, we was abstinent to the highest level

But dog, that ceremony over—that means it’s pie for dinner, ouu

You know very well

Dog, that ceremony over—that means it’s pie for dinner, ouu

You know very well

You know very well

You know very well

Who you are