DJ Flip - I Know (feat. Smoke) Lyrics

I'm a Green Valley Repper
They so cold , man how cold?, might need you a sweater
This my home Arlington never let up
Get me a throne I need a King set up

Remember days eating PBJs while posted on that block
In my PJ's getting hella paid like I'm on the clock

The 2nd oldest of 11 kids
8 of us in one damn crib
Use to seeing roaches on that floor
Now its marble where I live

I stick to the code, I will not tremble or fold, that's just the way that it goes...
I'm from Monroe, that's that South Side shit I shoulder holler 24...

Yea that's black woods in that
Back woods yea we plan hard so we trap good
And if you rat cat you in a nap sack or a dirt nap for good

Bag of rap snacks, 3 chicken wings
With a side of some fries
Pack wraps, pack of some jack with a peach soda on the side

I like it like that
So don't get stroked like a match
Cause you can go out in sec
Out of respect. Yea, I see you on now, but, know that I got next

You should not flex, if you haven't stretched yet, cause i could brake your neck
Where I come from you lift weights on a press then prepare for your next set

First off I do not mumble
I cook shit
Whip it like gumbo
No looked it Like my name Rondo
Banging on my chest gorilla's in the Congo
Shorty on my side like her name Tonto
Heading to the money like I gotta go pronto
All about my chips and cheese, that's nacho
People say I'm real, trust home I know

First off I do not mumble
I cook shit
Whip it like gumbo
No looked it Like my name Rondo
Banging on my chest gorilla's in the Congo
Shorty on my side like her name Tonto
Heading to the money like I gotta go pronto
All about my chips and cheese, that's nacho
People say I'm real, trust home I know

I'm Green Valley Repper
I'm so cold, damn how cold? Might need me some shelter
I'm so bold like highlighted texts
My streets are know like basic math lessons

I been engaged, divorced, and remarried to these streets
Under the freeway with no free way for my brothers, sisters to eat

Stake and lobster, very little ribs
Fettuccine pasta complimented by veal
Back in the day I was hungry on hill
Praying for a day just to get my fill

Looking to make me away for dream
Get off the clock surrender the beam
Open up shop for all of my team and stay surrounded by all of this green

Now that's black hood in that black hood
We ball hard so that shots good and if nap jack
You'll get slapped back and sent back to your own woods

Paper bag to LV luggage I been the man
Case you thought I wasn't
Prints in the sand I didn't see no person
I seen the plan but it wasn't perfect

This ones for the set, all of my brothers at rest all my soldiers who sat
I pay you respect, without you I would be less, That's why I give you the best

It's 2up, 2down Lavaye on everything
And it's cool bruhh like cooler cause I wish you well in everyway

First off I do not mumble
I cook shit
Whip it like gumbo
No looked it Like name rondo
Banging on my chest gorilla's in the Congo
Shorty on my side like her name Tonto
Heading to the money like I gotta go pronto
All about my chips and cheese, that's nacho
People say I'm real, trust home I know

First off I do not mumble
I cook shit
Whip it like gumbo
No looked it Like my name Rondo
Banging on my chest gorilla's in the Congo
Shorty on my side like her name Tonto
Heading to the money like I gotta go pronto
All about my chips and cheese, that's nacho
People say I'm real, trust home I know