Knowmads - Get To Know Me lyrics

I'm on my way okay
No way you should get to know me real homie
Aye yo

My last name is Wilson and
My middle name is Scott
I was named after my father
And the qualities he's got
I was taught how to act and
Why to never talk back
And the rest I picked up like
How to spit on this track
I remember first rapping when
I was about nine
And can still kill a mic like
I was signed to grind time
I used to do a lot of lines
Carry coke and packing nines
Bandana below my eyes
Thinking I'm ready to ride
Thought I was living my life
But, I was just living a lie
See all your decisions are blind
If your still getting high
So as the years passed by
And I watched my mother cry
About mistakes made with grades and
How I've changed asking why?
Question was rhetorical
She didn't need a reply
Cause actions speak louder than words so
For her this was a sign
Though I felt like shit inside I
Had to change for the better
Stop stealing my dads cigs and
Taking change off the dresser
I quit sleeping in, showing up
Late to all my lectures
High as fuck with some dumb excuse
To say to the professor
That's why nowadays when I feel like
I can't take the pressure
I can wash it all away when
I play a banger from Jester
It's my new high so in a
Way I'm more baked than ever
Say goodbye to the rain realise
There's change in the weather
It's darkest before dawn so when
I'm placed on the stretcher
Don't look at my boy's face as like
That's how our pain is measured
And before I send this letter
And these words are
Set in stone I'mma sign it sincerely yours
Someone you can get to know

Aye yo, I never had to stand on the block
Back in a package that's off
A couple grams in a pot
Then learn to handle the rock
I never had to have one hand on a Glock
Lettin' loose of panic shots
As I ran from the cops
Now I was busy with my man at the spot
Scanning the blocks
Now he's still digging through records
Of nice samples to chop
Because a few collab with Jay and
There's no chance that it's pop
See we fell through the basement just
To land at the top
Now some labels want my god damn John Hancock
I'm trying to stack like a boss
100 Grand in my socks
In this business gotta be cautious
Before you have a loss
While we add up the profit
And subtract the cost
See it's expensive to be sparking the dutch
Even though we're shining
We're reminding every
Diamond starts in the rough
See they said I spit tough
But didn't come hard enough
To one bench pressing every sentence
And getting my bars up
The block it's hotter than a sauna
When they squeeze like anacondas
Cause the drama makes the gat
Go Braaatt like Obama
Everybody wanna be Tony Montana
With the rhyme until they roll up on ya
With the dot on your face like Madonna
I got a lot of metaphors
And a couple of punchlines pun in his prime
While you stuck behind on Metro bus times
Bust nines, fuck dimes