Thee Magi - You Gotta Know (feat. Gianna J.) Lyrics

You gotta know if you don't know Baby let me tell you on the low
You took out my soul Now I'm fallin' and I'm callin' out
For your help, you don't pick up oh well
If I didn't know any better I would've been moving clever

Protect my heart from the shredder
Can't be wit a pretender
You are not a contender
You can't handle this pressure
Ooh, you got to go
You got to get away
Don't get too close, baby, please be wary
No need to be scary

I'm simply afraid
And insanely aware

But I mean no harm, I swear
My mind just gets a little dimmer when you not there
Don't know if I'm toxic, but I don't care
This is my heir, and you can't stop this
That's imposibléééé

This ain't what you want, baby
I cant breathe when you're gone baby
We're just in two different places
This can't be what you want, baby
This ain't what you want, baby It can't be what
I can't breathe when you're gone baby
Yeah, we're just in two different places
This can't be what you want

Better stay clear, got swayed by a blunt Got orange fire in me in the middle of the O
Lil' shawty got no Magi, new big three in the east
We come for the crown, not to make peace Last Bronx was wack, had to change ya
It's a rerun, season three, Griff funds

Only talk real shit, this manure flow Feelin' like fertilizer, way I lay on tracks and grow
Had to switch it up, new cadence in a different tone
So maybe now they might just listen when I play my songs
With the niggas I grew up with Chillin' eastside, good in public

Maji untroubled, you like the gold medal, bro I signed 0-9, that's dumb shit
But you know what, I'ma say f*ck it To the girls in the back, give me somethin
Best believe you start askin' questions When I'm further away, I'm sayin' no
Best rookie out of O2 since the Front Jam

We aimin' at they heads like they ashtray
This track flyin' just like the ice, against front row Broadway seats
The way she be actin
Twitter stayed on my quest like Charlie and Pimp

Maji mixed, all switched, no rim
Never out of lines like Jordan Belfort
Out of my room, she makin' my head
Turn on the dogs when I think I turn that way

They call me on face, I'm quite a big clown
And I'm choppin' it up, with cutesy to find
Let's roll with some Marley, then we go ride
I don't know shit bout this Georgie

But she got my dick rising
Eyes red from the smoke and pain
They need more than just Vicene
Late to the day, five minutes away

Yeah, I know you hate it
What's with the memories or the feelings
My baby
This ain't what you want, baby

That can't be what you want, baby
Now we're just in two different places
This can't be what you want
This ain't what you want, baby

I can't breathe when you're gone, baby
And we're just in two different places
This can't be what you want
Still might be toxic, but you still can't stop this

Love you all night, have you hittin' high octaves
Well, love has got me feelin' real cagey
But I can't stay away, want you to see my baby