U Already Know - Scotty ATL, Young Dolph, Starlito

Got me going through a thing, bout to go insane

This ho I’m with think I don’t know she only want my change

She only see my past, even though a nigga changed

She only see my cash, so I won’t give her anything

So frequently we clash, she speak her mind then give me brains

Sweetheart mouth, she’ll eat your heart out if you let her, I discontinued the

strain

Our situation is strange, I call it growing pains

Cause I really loved her but know I ain’t really showed it man

Soon as you grow up you know there’s some nights that you’ll only be the coldest

I’m tired of playing house and sleeping over, we only getting older

These hoes be taking they toll, hope you ain’t notice this boulder on my

shoulder

My guilty conscience doing life with no parole cause I ain’t shit

I already know, my heart’s so cold

Thought about throwing it, I suppose, but how though?

The block was hot, we used to heat the house with the stove

These are thoughts that I have when I’m out on the road

The money come fast so I count it slow

Ain’t no love in this shit, get the money, fuck the fame

That shit lame, it don’t exist

You already know how this shit go

Get shit jumping and watch how quick they get to switching like 64

You already know

GPS on dollar sign, and the map say we ain’t far away

Underground with a hoop dream and a crossover like Hardaway

Couple niggas I thought were 100 and 1, we parted ways

Shining hard on these fuck niggas can’t throw no shade

No love and I learned that like real quick, hawk a loogie, this real spit

Pimping niggas bought you a fit, you might be rolling with a real bitch

I lower my brim low, see me riding with the same niggas like every time in

every city

Cause family matters, no Winslow

Inbox me on Facebook, comment on Instagram

Pictures like ten weeks ago, fame made you an insta friend

Damn I really hate that, tryna adjust to the love and hate

Take a nigga back like 8 track, tell em Ben

Give me credit for my contributions, to my city, to this shit I helped rebuild

Cool ain’t cool no more, we made it cool still

No lames allowed and the skinny niggas rule, get money

Fuck the fame, fuck my phone, fuck these niggas, fuck these hoes

Get dough, you already know how this shit goes

All I know is stay down ten toes

Keep the burner on me for any niggas talking shit

Better be ready to get low

And they say that my wrist remind them of Christmas the way my shit glow

I just might pull up and burn an O with Burn One

If you didn’t know, now you know, south Memphis, that’s where I come from

I met lil mama for the first time, now the bitch swear that she want some

Sick of everybody asking me «Dolph, where that money come from?»

What?

Nigga you already know, nigga let me borrow that ho

Quit bitching, that’s how the game go

Say that nothing ever stays the same forever, but I swear I never change though

Imma keep some extra strong in my swisher and some mud in my Faygo