King Iso - What I Know lyrics

I was tired of the rocks tired of the block
Like Fuck a 9-5 blood it
Was five before I clocked
Mom took me in, took a wire for the cops
Took a red flag and a blue rag
And tied it in a knot
Admired the life of a killers when
I was lying in a cot then i became one
Don't care if you think im lying or im not
Black magic rituals you crying to the gods
Then Im a drive them to the ward
And set fire to your pops
Im the dopest niga movin
You bout to now conform
Put your mouth on your pistol, bow to me
Now youre gone
Anarchistic alchemy balcony I'll be on
Break down your bone marrow like
Mountains to powder form
Im a mutherfucking gangsta
Don't believe it? come see
Make a murder look legit
Put my son in the front seat blood peep
They don't want me to bang but it must be
Succeeded in the game, with no help
It was just me

Smoking drinkin liquor pushing 'caine
Trying to get this money fuck the fame
My niga this is what I know
Riding with the city with the flame
All my nigas represent the game
Homie this is what I know

Funny how I rap
But a lot of my thoughts go unspoken
Between binge drinking blunt rollin'
Im on of the ones that chose to
Focus on fun and Gun tottin
Always lying to myself like:
I'm going to sober up and I'm done smoking
I vividely remember overdosing
Poppin' close to 70 pills
And vomiting so much
I felt feel my lungs close in
Thinking am I dead? Or is the blood flowing?
Hoes playing tricks on me like
A liar that's compulsive
It's truly sick the way
I perfected the world
Doing it big Music shit possessing
Im so disgusted i could crush 90%
Of this industry, producing myself
With low budget i'm living proof that all
You know-it-all's know nothing
Seen too many nggas on the edge
Like "let me hold somethin"
Get it then fallin off with
Nothing to land on
Thats why Im so hands on with the fam

Smoking drinkin liquor pushing 'caine
Trying to get this money fuck the fame
My niga this is what I know
Riding with the city with the flame
All my nigas represent the game
Homie this is what I know

Taught myself how to slang trees
Really I should thank breeze
Slang yola, bang on em
Thank jahova i make beats
Been in the streets fighting no M-Bison
No Zangief
Dead homies ghost within the prison
That's a Safe keep
Maybe was the reali-t made he? that made
He devlish mind that became me?
Its dark and hell is hot, how the flames be
I can't see
Can't preach about what you ain't breath
It ain't G phase 3 crazy, like jay z rumors
Lately, my brain bleeds, like wait, 3 tumors
My AK squeeze in HD to make these losers
Smaller than babies, like wait he's
A late b-loomer boi
Rheumatoid Arthritis when I bang my shit
Give a fuck if they bang my shit
Quick to bust on you bitches
You can't stop this
Give a fuck about you nigas
If your brain's not sick

Smoking drinkin liquor pushing 'caine
Trying to get this money fuck the fame
My niga this is what I know
Riding with the city with the flame
All my nigas represent the gang
Homie this is what I know