Knowmads - The Renaissance lyrics

You don’t know what’s up say you got the the
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But, you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up) nah
(Nah you don’t know what’s up)

Say you selling blow
Hitting Judge by the seven
You was eating Eggos in the woods like eleven
Things been shady, they king is in danger
My own city wouldn’t put us in ‘The Stranger’
Fuck, how am I gonna deal
With all this anger?
Least my new chick got lips like Topanga
Me and Wilson riding in a
Beat up Jeep Wrangler pull that shit in
Knock you off you’re block like Jenga


Dang, they done let me off the leash
That girl ain’t my babe
But she getting rocked to sleep
You and your long necked homie
Like a flock of geese
I’m with an Oscar nominee in my boxer briefs
(Woah)
I ain’t clocking in ‘cause I’ve been a boss
You ain’t about that life if you
Lights out at ten o’clock
Quit shitting where you eat
Find your litter box no one hang around you
Like a kid with the chickenpox
I’ve seen a kingpin turn rent-a-cop
I put you on the flow, dog you been a mop
I’ve been rock solid like a cinder block
Sick of arguing about what dinner costs
Spent to many cold nights living on a budget
Living out of car
And the car doors didn’t lock
The word play was to deep to get across
Dark age is over, welcome to the renaissance

Say you got the the
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But, you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Now you singing like Post
(You don’t know what’s up)
Say you been doing the most
(But, you don’t know what’s up)
Oh you call your girl a bitch?
(You don’t know what’s up)
Guess you’re still a piece of shit
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah, you don’t know what’s up

So listen to your neighbor
It’s Wilson with the wisdom
Sharing this knowledge
Like keys to the kingdom
Knock, knock, knocking at your door
Like a kick drum say you got some bars?
Well shit I must have missed them
Better have my money or I’m
Gonna get mine soon
Cause they’ve been Owen Wilson
Like Shanghai Noon
Willie Will been for real
We the new Neptunes see the the hit's yeah
In the bottom of the ninth
Got me swinging for the fences
Shovel and a knife
Still digging in the trenches
For back stabbing bitches that
Do anything for mentions
Lying about your life
Kid we find that shit offensive
We all feel the tension, a pot boil over
Goes round and round
Like the coil of a cobra
War in the streets, turn a boy into a soldier
Time to wake the fuck up
Pass them the Folgers
Y’all shoulda’ listened to the plan
When I told ya
I built up my following, the grand Ayatollah
They know everywhere I’ve been touring
Sun rising, the Sahara
Smoke a square in the morning
Know you real, ‘cause you got a grill
Like you George Forman, Fair warning
‘Cause the pump make ‘em jump like Air Jordan
You the type of dude to
Talk shit about your posse switch, snitch
And still get locked like Tekashi
Y’all be on that clown shit
It’s no time to joke
When it comes down to it
You gonna ride, or you won’t
Ain’t nothing to the the side
I would die for my folks yeah I did dirt
Now I’m just trying to find me the soap
Cause, I know how it goes
When you trying to coupe
But, you high off of coke lines
Dripping down your throat
Yeah you quit for a minute
Now you back on that stuff
Came up short cause you fucking
Up the cut dog

Say you got the the
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, you out here making moves
(But, you don’t know what’s up)
Got it popping on the gram
(You don’t know what’s up)
Oh, You ain’t fucking with the fam
(You don’t know what’s up)
Now you singing like Post
(You don’t know what’s up)
Say you been doing the most
(But, you don’t know what’s up)
Oh you call your girl a bitch?
(You don’t know what’s up)
Guess you’re still a piece of shit
(You don’t know what’s up)
Nah, you don’t know what’s up