I Know - Jon Connor, Ace Gabbana

We interrupt this program to bring you an emergency announcement

Yeah, yeah

I guess real motherfuckers need somethin' else to wake up to, right

I don’t know where y’all gon' play this shit at

Yo, play this shit loud as the fuck, though

I’m done with fuckin' these shallow hoes

I need a woman with sense, goals

Do you give a fuck 'bout your kids or you more concerned about the paint on the

nails on your toes?

Look around you and the people you talkin' to

Is the conversation keepin' you broke?

Fuck if you slide down a pole, I’m impressed if you can still get money and

keep on your clothes

I pray that you ain’t impressed by no bottle

I pray that gold diggin' ain’t traced from your mama

Just 'cause you take selfies all day and post pictures on Instagram

Bitch, that don’t make you no model

And tell all my niggas that say they got problems

They payin' for kids and got three baby mamas

And say they got nothin' but drama

Shit, I feel your pain, but my nigga, they still makin' condoms

I hope that catchin' a nut don’t outweigh your ambition

If it do, that would explain your position

Now she in court with her sister for moral support

'Cause you ain’t wanna force a commitment

Niggas like, «Connor, we glad you back in the game»

Shit, I can see why, these niggas still lame, these hoes still on game

Shit, ain’t nothin' changed

Ahh!

I know, I still see fuck niggas still on fuck shit

I know, I still see bitch niggas still on bitch shit

I know, I still see hoe niggas still on hoe shit

I know, I still see lame niggas still on lame shit, I know (yeah)

Please forgive me, I been on some wild shit

I might punch a nigga at my show

I still see fuck niggas still on fuck shit, I know

I still see bitch niggas still on bitch shit, I know

I stick to the code like I’m 2Pac, hangin' out the door (yeah)

If they take this as a motherfuckin' joke

Then I’m Heath Ledger hangin' out the door (yeah)

I’m from the north side of Flint where niggas want the smoke

Look, I don’t tell no tales, I give you facts (yeah)

I don’t respect the shooter or the rat

Either way, you just addin' to the stats (yeah)

Either way, we just lost somebody black

And all the real motherfuckers glad I’m back (yeah)

Fake niggas out here winnin', puttin' on a act

Gettin' rich off keepin' niggas dumb and in the trap

Shit, I’m just tryna keep my folks intact, but

I know, I still see fuck niggas still on fuck shit

I know, I still see bitch niggas still on bitch shit

I know, I still see hoe niggas still on hoe shit

I know, I still see lame niggas still on lame shit, I know (yeah)

Please forgive me, I been on some wild shit

I might punch a nigga at my show

I still see fuck niggas still on fuck shit, I know

I still see bitch niggas still on bitch shit, I know

Shit gettin' outta control, the lame nigga get a little bit of money,

start thinkin' he ain’t corny no more — no, nigga, you just a lame,

corny nigga with money!

Females out here fuckin' anybody.

Phew, Lord