Uknowfro - Intro

Ay
You know what time it is
(They don't know what time it is)
Facts
Homies in the kingdom oh lord
Pray for me got me trippin (ha ha ha)
They was waiting on some handouts I was out the trunk flippin' (I was)
Five dollars a pop a hunnid' sold ,darn right got me livin'
Tryna give em game say its to much so they ain't listenin' (they ain't)
Now they talkin' bout me say I'm chasin' money
Homie is you serious (you serious)
Better read cho bible better get it straight player clean ya' ears
Got a family to feed and if you don't u worser than an unbeliever (fa real)
Since I ain't clockin' in a warehouse they turning on the heater (hater)
I be frank living off the gal, that there stank (it do)
Real kingdom men hold they own had to get it what you thank ( what chu thank)
Got out the streets
While you was waiting on an honorarium tryna rap for the privilege
I was in the hood on Bogart Street. (leggo)
Faith so little these days they must hardly read (they don't)
How you read the Bible so much, but you hardly see (they don't)
Sound like religion (yeah) , like a pharisee (yeah)
Yeah I'm in the will of god and you know it ain't gone worry me

Then they got the nerve to ask the people what they payin' me ( what)
I been grindin' way before the DJ, who mad at me (who mad at me)
And I heard thru the grapevine he tearin' you cat ragily (ragily)
Ain't nobody made me, I'm from another galaxy (galaxy)
And he don't play me no mo don't matter
I had to see (had to see)
Whatever in the dark come in the light it was sad to see (sad to see)
Call me Jeremiah is what it is I be on the biz ( I be on the biz)
Over ten years later still going strong and 4 mo kids (yeahhh)
Wife full time with the label
It'll make you cry tears (it will)
Cause you know the Lord behind it (he is)
Make a hater silent (shhhh)
Devil want me wildin'
Made a lot at Park and Highland (I did) standin' with my God
Homie o my God (oh my God)
Ain't never seen a drought streets on my heart
He livin' out a cart (he is)
And you waiting on the weekend
Tuesday evening I be walking thru the yard (walkin)
West high prison(yeah) I tell em who has risen
Then I'm out the doh (gone)
Faces on the floor

Written by:
ALBERT JOHNSON, ALBERT CAMERON JOHNSON, ELIJHA PARKS

Publisher:
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