Lil Rip - They Know

They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint fuckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note

They know, how a Young boy exchange dough
Change clothes, My aura got a strange glow
They know, when i pull up in that range rove
Game over motherfucka, this is that cocaine flow
Blowin a mountain of purple trees, somewhere out in Myrtle Beach
You slowin down at turtles speed meanwhile im swervin in these streets
Try to keep up with me, I dont mind company, still you cant fuck with me
What has it come to be? Keep the fake love from me, Everyone sucks to me, fuck you, look up to me

They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint fuckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note

How could you blame me for leavin for the hood? When all it did was hold me back, whats good?
I heard they tryin to stop my shine, shoot ya self in the fucking foot
Cause I aint got no time, fuck a hater pay no mind
On my grind, Makin money everytime you press rewind
Hate tho, its funny like the late show
You cant deny its i got hits like Canseco
I got that fire im erupting like Volcanos
I aint even gotta say, they know

They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint fuckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note

They know, They hatin on me everyday yo
I lay low, cause they aint fuckin with my pay roll
I make dough and thats exactly why they hate tho
They know, my song will turn into a bank note

Written by:
Daniel Dermody

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