Oncue - Only Thing We Know lyrics

I hate dreaming, cause I'm awake scheming
You talk down my stocks, hope we break even
I ain't fully weathered I got
Clothes for every season
Rewind all those years
You'll find a million reasons
You turn a cheek now you
Claiming that you see this
Once they say they love me
They gun' label me a genius
You said I shouldn't even bother
Leaving as a semen
Out the penis of my father
Ain't no fat bitch singing opera
Fuck that '96 Altima I use to whip around
Use to flip over the cushions when
The tank was getting down
Just from kicking and pushing look
At what we getting now
I get dab's and good looking's cause
Of what was written down
I don't talk to my brother
He ain't Robert I ain't Raymond
But let me quit my bitchin' I
Know you tired of me complaining
We ain't cut from the same cloth
I'm bad at fabricating
Tell 'em Cuey ain't plain
It's beyond entertaining

Let me get my cash up, let me get my cash up
Cause your two cents don't
Really fucking add up its kinda getting old
Let me get my cash up, let me get my cash up
Cause what we doing now is
The only thing we know
& you try to call the phones
But sorry we ain't at home
We too busy about to blow
Ain't doing what we know
It's the only thing we know

Work hard, but yeah you know I gotta
When you grow up bothered
Cop a lot of shit to fix what's inside ya
I see they offers, take a look at my rider
You ain't bugging
My name getting bigger on flyers
With dames sucking my wang up
While they humming Kya
Came up with no name so
It just makes me liver
Got that mass appeal, raps are ill
Have to feel never said what I wanted
Fuck it I'mma crack the seal
I don't care if you buzzing or
If you have a deal
My competition is either dead or
Worth half a 'bill
But y'all hate me, tell me what I'm doing
Don't forget we in the same league
Call me Cam Newton
Run shit like Mr spacely see me in the future
If the lens ain't faced me
Why the camera shooting?
I don't know, it's a waste see
You know what we doing
You don't like it, you can't change me
That bullshit we moving

Love money, but yeah you know I have to
When you grow up half bastard
Every fucking penny matters
Nothing to something the story of a rapper
Look at me
What you want? I'm the one she jocking after
Reason why she left your ass
Homie you don't stroke her right
I have sleepovers at her house
Her mother find me so polite
Open mics turning into parties
With the socialites
No matter how long it take
They always say it's overnight
I'mma pop bottles like I'm Dame
Dash in Big Pimpin'
Did you just misspell name tags
For a plane ticket?
It ain't luck it's hard work
Cause this shit ain't written
She think I suck
But want to suck me It's the same difference
I smell like hard work paying off
Your opinion change while we maintaining ours
Cause this the shit that happen
When you follow your heart
I'mma watch this play out till
You all fall apart