If You Know Me

Used to say that I was yours (this is fire)

And now, your words, your ghost, it haunts me

Gotta get to love away

Gotta get to love away, eh, eh, eh

If you know me, then you know my story

You all leads over MC's wanna adore me

As a kid, I was more than naughty

I tore up my shop in an old age forty

I swear down this life is a movie

And before dawn and I knew place goofy

I draw music, tell him to sue me

If they wanna buff a bar, they can't do me

Top corners, that's Ronaldo

Two swear swing sticks like Paulo

I wanna get more growls in the elbows

I've gotta get the dough, then I'm out, though

I knew I'll never see me again

I've been hitting green-lights a hundred and ten

If you want me, fucking bring hundreds of men

And if you want it twice, I bring a hundred again

Please, stop it, twenty freeze (used to say that I was yours)

Going off it, I got dreams (and now, your words)

To make profit, I put jeans In my pocket (your ghost, it haunts me)

I said, please stop it, twenty freeze (gotta get to love away)

Going off it, I got dreams (gotta get to love away, eh)

To make profit, I put jeans in my pocket (eh, eh)

And we're rolling a different line

When I'm wearing a mask, I'ma face live in

If you don't like me, you better take in

'Cause me in this west, I gon' fight to the game

I walk in like 50 Cent

Amnesia of MC's worth fifty pangs

Our first team, when I run the bench again

I get real full when I'm kinda drench

My boy did nine gills and he repeated it

But now we need new links 'cause I Brexit

But I vote to stay, not to wex in

I was given advice like Alexa

But okay then, it's all over

I bring the imposter in a Dover

I'm a Ferrari, you like a Rover

Don't call me if I don't know ya

Used to say that I was yours

And now, your words, your ghost it haunts me

Gotta get to love away

Gotta get to love away, eh, eh, eh

Gotta get to love away

Well it's my scene, my team

Imagine this face in a white screen

You better free Whitsey, that's my G

My kids are over, what drive me

I kick down doors in real life

I tied up chin, chin in real life

I've done ram raids in real life

But we all take L's in real life

No fakes, no gimmicks, no actors

Fuck the bastards, where is the glove first?

Bradford boys on top, there's a madness

Take a picture, post the caption

Ghost of me, nah, not a fraction

Just give me the keys to the mansion

And it shall rain all over the place, mansion

A new shear when I go in on the mad ting (mad ting)