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SHID ION KNOW Video (MV)




Performed By: Occxi
Language: English
Length: 2:27
Written by: Terrance Phillip
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Occxi - SHID ION KNOW Lyrics




Yea

I really think about money a lot

Sit down and plot how ima fold bundles and knots

Son of the crop, a son of a God, son of my pops

The type of timing y'all be on it's hard to read the clock

Finger f*ck the nina if I see 'em creeping on the car

Me and you ain't equal or similar we don't coincide

Never heard 'em shooting by the crib and had to go inside

But I was sending shots around your crib, made 'em hold they pride

Happiness was all a lie, tired of chasing it

But oh, this lonely soul of mine, tired of facing it

Play with me and get pulverized

Saw you switching without my open eyes

Type of shit'll have me go load a nine

Cause I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm honest

Yea, lock me in a box I dismantle it

Pose for the cameras, the simplest move can soon damage ya

Lost in this aquarium and can't swim

So many lows you be feeling like you can't win

But I got patience

Could give a f*ck about your status

Try it I put money on ya nugget like you Mason

.40 Caliber will have you sliding for the bases

But that don't mean shit to me, ain't got no grip to me

She always choosing why the hell you bring your bitch to me

Cause she a slick groupie, you cushion her like whoopie

Shorty on my tushy, I kill it if she push me

But in the end, what does it mean to me

Nothing

Cause

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest
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English

Yea

I really think about money a lot

Sit down and plot how ima fold bundles and knots

Son of the crop, a son of a God, son of my pops

The type of timing y'all be on it's hard to read the clock

Finger f*ck the nina if I see 'em creeping on the car

Me and you ain't equal or similar we don't coincide

Never heard 'em shooting by the crib and had to go inside

But I was sending shots around your crib, made 'em hold they pride

Happiness was all a lie, tired of chasing it

But oh, this lonely soul of mine, tired of facing it

Play with me and get pulverized

Saw you switching without my open eyes

Type of shit'll have me go load a nine

Cause I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm honest

Yea, lock me in a box I dismantle it

Pose for the cameras, the simplest move can soon damage ya

Lost in this aquarium and can't swim

So many lows you be feeling like you can't win

But I got patience

Could give a f*ck about your status

Try it I put money on ya nugget like you Mason

.40 Caliber will have you sliding for the bases

But that don't mean shit to me, ain't got no grip to me

She always choosing why the hell you bring your bitch to me

Cause she a slick groupie, you cushion her like whoopie

Shorty on my tushy, I kill it if she push me

But in the end, what does it mean to me

Nothing

Cause

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest

I don't feel it no more

If I'm being honest
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Writer: Terrance Phillip
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