Key Glock - I Can Tell lyrics
[Key Glock - I Can Tell lyrics]
(Let the band play, Chino)
Ayy
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the
Devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I
Got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down
Nigga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me
I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of niggas want me
Dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my nigga
I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game
And I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route
Mind your motherfuckin' business (yeah)
I get plenty (Guap)
They askin' how it feel to be independent
(Huh?)
Bitch, that's a no-brainer, I know you see it
(Know you see it)
I be ballin' on these niggas
They ain't got defense (Nah)
Yeah, diamonds on my neck
Got your bitch seasick (Big rock)
Yeah, and bitch, you know my name
You know I keep it (Big Glock)
I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix
(Remix)
These niggas claim they drinkin' Act', shit
They can keep it (Keep that shit)
Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret, bitch)
These niggas hate me
But they really wanna be me
(Niggas wanna be me) i feel like MJ
I'm goin' for another three-peat
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm airborne
They can't see me
Yeah, young rich nigga still
Chillin' in the trenches, yeah
Told my gang this summer it's
Gon' be a killing, yeah
I had to tell some fuck
Niggas keep they distance, yeah
I had to tell my bitches they
Can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
To theyself bitch, I'm tryna keep, keep
Keep gettin' wealthy
I had to fall off the bitch
'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I had to fall off the
Bitch 'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I just can't stop flexin'
I'm 'bout to put some yellow
Diamonds in a Skydweller
Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars
Might get a box Chevy
Ayy, I just checked my bank account
And this shit gettin' serious, serious
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil
Tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I
Got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down
Nigga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin'
On me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of niggas want me
Dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my nigga
I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game
And I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route
Mind your motherfuckin' business
Ayy
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the
Devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I
Got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down
Nigga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me
I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of niggas want me
Dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my nigga
I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game
And I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route
Mind your motherfuckin' business (yeah)
I get plenty (Guap)
They askin' how it feel to be independent
(Huh?)
Bitch, that's a no-brainer, I know you see it
(Know you see it)
I be ballin' on these niggas
They ain't got defense (Nah)
Yeah, diamonds on my neck
Got your bitch seasick (Big rock)
Yeah, and bitch, you know my name
You know I keep it (Big Glock)
I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix
(Remix)
These niggas claim they drinkin' Act', shit
They can keep it (Keep that shit)
Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit
It ain't no secret
(It ain't no secret, bitch)
These niggas hate me
But they really wanna be me
(Niggas wanna be me) i feel like MJ
I'm goin' for another three-peat
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm airborne
They can't see me
Yeah, young rich nigga still
Chillin' in the trenches, yeah
Told my gang this summer it's
Gon' be a killing, yeah
I had to tell some fuck
Niggas keep they distance, yeah
I had to tell my bitches they
Can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
To theyself bitch, I'm tryna keep, keep
Keep gettin' wealthy
I had to fall off the bitch
'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I had to fall off the
Bitch 'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I just can't stop flexin'
I'm 'bout to put some yellow
Diamonds in a Skydweller
Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars
Might get a box Chevy
Ayy, I just checked my bank account
And this shit gettin' serious, serious
Shit gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil
Tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I
Got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down
Nigga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin'
On me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of niggas want me
Dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my nigga
I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game
And I motherfuckin' rigged it
On the paper route
Mind your motherfuckin' business