I Can Tell - Key Glock

Shit gettin' real, yeah

Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah

Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah

I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah

It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah

It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah

Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me

Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it

On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business (Yeah)

I get plenty (Guap)

They askin' how it feel to be independent (Huh?)

Bitch, that’s a no-brainer, I know you see it (Know you see it)

I be ballin' on these niggas, they ain’t got defense (Nah)

Yeah, diamonds on my neck got your bitch seasick (Big rock)

Yeah, and bitch, you know my name, you know I keep it (Big Glock)

I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix (Remix)

These niggas claim they drinkin' Act', shit, they can keep it (Keep that shit)

Yeah, Big Glock, he the shit, it ain’t no secret (It ain’t no secret, bitch)

These niggas hate me, but they really wanna be me (Niggas wanna be me)

I feel like MJ, I’m goin' for another three-peat

Uh, yeah, bitch, I’m airborne, they can’t see me

Shit gettin' real, yeah

Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah

Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah

I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah

It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah

It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah

Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me

Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it

On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business

Yeah, young rich nigga still chillin' in the trenches, yeah

Told my gang this summer it’s gon' be a killing, yeah

I had to tell some fuck niggas keep they distance, yeah

I had to tell my bitches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh

To theyself

Bitch, I’m tryna keep, keep, keep gettin' wealthy

I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy

Yeah, I had to fall off the bitch 'cause she was too messy

Yeah, I just can’t stop flexin'

I’m 'bout to put some yellow diamonds in a Skydweller

Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars, might get a box Chevy

Ayy, I just checked my bank account and this shit gettin' serious, serious

Shit gettin' real, yeah

Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah

Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah

I’ma stand ten toes down, nigga havin' no help, yeah

It’s a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah

It’s a lot of niggas want me dead, but I ain’t dead, yeah

Glizzock in the building, my nigga, I know you smell me

Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherfuckin' rigged it

On the paper route, mind your motherfuckin' business