key glock – i can tell lyrics
[intro]
(let the band play)
(chino)
ayy
[chorus]
sh+t 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, n+gga havin’ no help, yeah
it’s a lot of rappers hatin’ on me, i can tell, yeah
it’s a lot of n+ggas want me dead, but i ain’t dead, yeah
glizzock in the building, my n+gga, i know you smell me
yeah, jumped up in this rap game and i motherf+ckin’ rigged it
on the paper route, mind your motherf+ckin’ business (yeah)
[verse 1]
i get plenty (guap)
they askin’ how it feel to be independent (huh?)
b+tch, that’s a no+brainer, i know you see it (know you see it)
i be ballin’ on these n+ggas, they ain’t got defense (nah)
yeah, diamonds on my neck got your b+tch seasick (big rock)
yeah, and b+tch, you know my name, you know i keep it (big glock)
i just poured up a four in my sprite remix (remix)
these n+ggas claim they drinkin’ act’, sh+t, they can keep it (keep that sh+t)
yeah, big glock, he the sh+t, it ain’t no secret (it ain’t no secret, b+tch)
these n+ggas hate me, but they really wanna be me (n+ggas wanna be me)
i feel like mj, i’m goin’ for another three+peat
uh, yeah, b+tch, i’m airborne, they can’t see me
[chorus]
sh+t 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, n+gga havin’ no help, yeah
it’s a lot of rappers hatin’ on me, i can tell, yeah
it’s a lot of n+ggas want me dead, but i ain’t dead, yeah
glizzock in the building, my n+gga, i know you smell me
yeah, jumped up in this rap game and i motherf+ckin’ rigged it
on the paper route, mind your motherf+ckin’ business
[verse 2]
yeah, young rich n+gga still chillin’ in the trenches, yeah
told my gang this summer it’s gon’ be a k!lling, yeah
i had to tell some f+ck n+ggas keep they distance, yeah
i had to tell my b+tches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
to theyself
b+tch, i’m tryna keep, keep, keep gettin’ wealthy
i had to fall off the b+tch ’cause she was too messy
yeah, i had to fall off the b+tch ’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 sh+t gettin’ serious, serious
[chorus]
sh+t 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, n+gga havin’ no help, yeah
it’s a lot of rappers hatin’ on me, i can tell, yeah
it’s a lot of n+ggas want me dead, but i ain’t dead, yeah
glizzock in the building, my n+gga, i know you smell me
yeah, jumped up in this rap game and i motherf+ckin’ rigged it
on the paper route, mind your motherf+ckin’ business
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