Trae Tha Truth - All That I Know lyrics

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Chorus:

It’s all that I know-oh-oooh [4x]

It’s all that I know-oh-oooh (Yeah, yeah, yeaaah!)[4x]

Verse 1:

(Shit, what I do if I have to marinate!)

The bitches shuffle to the front when I come,

Clap your hand and stomp your foot to the rhyme cougar,

Roll the die to hit the blunt,

Listen to the rhythm of the rapper, ass whooper,

I click-clack like a gat, spitta,

Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her,

Don't fuck with my greens, 'cause,

You don't want the hulk to get mad nigga,

Nigga...nigga...

With a motherfucking man right here,

Nigga nigga put his foot in your shit, or

Make a nigga slap in your ass, kisser,

Let that nigga do the little song,

Write it to the music, feel it, work it,

Soon as Trae e-mail me the beat,

Imma take it to the booth and imma kill it, murk it

Curse it, bless it, church it, cash it, change it, purse it

Tell them niggas that I'm back on the block,

And I got them killer verses,

Tell em to sell em the one for ten,

I'd let them go, two for five,

Either way, I'ma get that ten,

Or you won't get none of these rhymes,

Long as I murder these shows,

And hurdle these hoes,

Shorty don't go,

And I won't have to be working that low,

I rock jewelry that glows,

With a rap name, twenty years old,

Shit, what all can I say? Fuck, that's all that I know!

Chorus:

It’s all that I know-oh-oooh [4x]

It’s all that I know-oh-oooh (Yeah, yeah, yeaaah!)[4x]

I am the street king, took a minute to lock shit,

My image is a gun play, you ain't gon' block shit,

Ova'dose in my hand, tell 'em I can't feel 'em,

Diamonds all over my fingers, that be on Ciroc shit,

I been livin' all playa', ever since shit off (?)

Haters on my dick, like what? They’d better get off,

You can find me in the gutter, skin I hate (?), sitting on a couple of mil, money tall I’m trying to get off,

Clique like brothers, tell ‘em to give ‘em the blue,

Recievin' the call of competition I won’t lose,

I’m a fool, when I lace these shoes with these tools?

Leavin' niggers abused, of something off in the crew (?)

Speakin' of crews, tell me what's on that new,

Used to kick it one thing, now hoes come in the two's

When I'm finna black murder, shoulda been on the news

Shoot 'em in they face, and leave 'em with no clues,

(?)Go up to the boulevard walkin' in all glass,

Tell the bank-teller person I'll count it in all cash (?)

Everybody be talkin' but I'ma pull up and show 'em somethin', and go to wreckin' shit like I been in a bad crash,

In the hood, I'm access for real,

Ask Eazy, he'll tell ya that I was Trill,

Million dolla' mouthpiece, one hell of a grill,

I thug Universal, don't sweat it I got a deal,

Anybody wanna' run up I'll tell 'em I'm in this bitch,

If a hater got a problem I'm prolly up in his bitch,

You all want truth (?), you gon' find him up in a ditch,

I'll bang his ass up like tracks when I'm makin' hits,

You can tell 'em I'm sick, rare form of cancer,

I am the truth, I guarantee you the answer,

Anybody who lookin' tell ‘em to look no more,

If I don't get the proper respect, I'm kickin' they door!

Chorus:

It’s all that I know-oh-oooh [4x]

It’s all that I know-oh-oooh (Yeah, yeah, yeaaah!)[4x]

I know, I know, I know, know-oh [2x]

I be in the corner with the bitches,

Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes,

All the haters be super suspicious,

As to why they sniffin’ I make super digits,

Makin' beautiful music and then a betta' aphrodisiac to get bitches to swoon,

But I catch em' quick with these incredible tunes,

Me stickin' poon we'll be inevitable soon,

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,

I'll be laughin' at these bustas,

Think they smashin' and we suckas,

But we blastin' at these fuckas,

Trippin' over colors you niggas you gotta love us no matter the set ima get up and rip 'em into pieces,

He's beneath me and needs to be treated like a flea with a beast and believe he's heated,

Because of my talent they mad,

And I'm neva gonna challenge they ass,

Cause my balance for nada pay cash,

You suckas down there,

But my wallet's ain't bad,

Motherfucker like Sam-u-el L.

You perpetrators I'ma damn you to hell,

Your bitches love to hear this animal yell,

Try to be me understand you will fail,

In control of all of my dough,

Now it’s off to the mall I go,

You know money really tall I show,

If you really wanna brawl I know,

That you niggas gonna fall to my toe,

I be killin’ all of y’all when I blow,

Cause a nigga comin’ raw when I flow is all that I know.

Yeah, yeah, yeaaah!

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