PRhyme, Dwele - You Should Know lyrics

Rock, rock, rock on rock, rock, rock on
I'm going to tell you the truth
Whether you like it or not can I prove it?
Yes lord, no more days like those

Allow me to put some sense on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your doom
They told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you
That there's footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die
So they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters
Your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for
Their daddy records
Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I might go diving inside a fine
Female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my
Phonics until I'm real iconic
And you can throw me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail 'bout eight, go "oh well
" then post bail ''bout nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's
A hotel, check in it, then check out it
Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out, like divas
They drugged-out thugged-out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, heat them
Then tell them
They better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get their mug shot, like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop while he reading
This 45 will give him the same hollow Lux got
I represent the must haves and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class to
Touch cash and buck shots

You should know
(But you don't really want nothing)
You should know (Talk a bunch of shit
Motherfucker stop fronting) you should know
(So what you saying yo?
Keep playing y'all niggas will burn)
You should know (Fuck the whole world)

Freedom or jail, clips inserted
A baby's being born
Same time a man is murdered
The beginning and end, you on a block
Playing killer with your knife
Without a gun you're an option
Be cut out for the game
Or they're gon play rock, paper
Scissors with your life
I'm usually more spiritual at night
'Cause murder's in the air
More like a Pippen Nike
Whipping white, the white American kryptonite
Living a scripted life, a different kick
A different type
Whoever fixing chicken rice
I'll spend the night
In the morning go home to my wife
Before she try and sell my shit
Ninety nine percent sure that she gon'
Try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is praying to hell I slip
The baddest bitches
The last bitches you would've ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia
Getting dragged to cities city after city
Niggas paying cash for the love
Of ass and titties

You should know
(But you don't really want nothing)
You should know (Talk a bunch of shit
Motherfucker stop fronting) you should know
(So what you saying yo?
Keep playing y'all niggas will burn)
You should know (Fuck the whole world)

(Pick it up)
I don't know why y'all so highly regarded
You rhyme like you're
Borderline mildly retarded
I show you what my father done started
I rhyme on a god level, the godliest artist
Y'all follow artists who
Target their audience
But not me, I target the artist
Follow the target
Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners
And that's when I tell them
Like Kobe to Shaq
"You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging"
Shoot at their feet 'til the dance start
I'm going HAM in the slaughterhouse
Fuck you and your damn charts
And your crowd participation
I'm putting a land mine under your stage
Had his place raining fan parts
And called that shit crowd precipitation
I'm more premier than my own
DJ and Pac's brother
I came out of my momma's
Womb with a box cutter
Lyrical spitting image that mirrors
The birth of Slim
None of these rappers can work with me
I work with them

You should know
(But you don't really want nothing)
You should know (Talk a bunch of shit
Motherfucker stop fronting) you should know
(So what you saying yo?
Keep playing y'all niggas will burn)
You should know (Fuck the whole world)

On the vocals you have Detroit's own Dwele
Providing the instruments we have
The incomparable Adrian Younge
And on the wheels of steel dJ Premier
Yeah (I say, and I'll say it again
I'm not the kind of person who come
Here to say what you like)