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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Performer
Buda & Grandz
Buda & Grandz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave East
Dave East
Songwriter
Francis Ubiera
Francis Ubiera
Songwriter
Dan Garcia
Dan Garcia
Songwriter
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
Lenard Rodriguez
Lenard Rodriguez
Songwriter
Casey Ferdinand Camacho
Casey Ferdinand Camacho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buda & Grandz
Buda & Grandz
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Producer
TTSRR
TTSRR
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't you know I ride without no license
Don't you know that guys is getting indicted
Don't you know they charge me, I'm a fight it
Don't you know you look thirsty, cracking out when you ain't invited, ****
Don't you know we up, we never sleep
Don't you know I be around demons trying to get even
Don't you know this industry wicked, gotta move different
Don't you know my phone on DND, I'm with my children
Philly, I play DND, I still be in my feelings
Don't you know I love Mugga and Freaky like my brothers
Designer naps, Gucci print all over the covers
Goyard bag just to hold weed, you gotta love us
Don't you know that Instagram got these youngins confused
Talking crazy on live, they seen that boy on the news
His mama on Channel 5, she said he was good in school
Got with the wrong crowd and now his body getting viewed
Don't you know
Mama Lola died, now I'm so cold inside
Nothing on me, hoodie oversized
If they don't let the pole inside, why would I go inside?
I'm talking about my next endeavor with my boy Semaj
Really put hands on a ****, this ain't no massage
Hope I conquer all my goals before I go to God
Don't you know I'm out on bail, I caught a bogus charge
I put it up in the mail and I just hope it falls
I just hope it land
Don't you know that I was chosen
40 acres and a gun, it's time to own some land
Don't you know that I got pride
****, you my brother, don't you know that I'm gon' slide
Think of Harlem when one of my
Auntie's was bumping lines when R Kelly said bump and grind
Food stamps was embarrassing, fuck it, we cut the line
Don't you know we them **** now
Bent the brim on my Yankee, fitted a little different now
Tupac, I get around
Seats and the steering wheel heat up all through the winter now
Book of David, nothing can play with it, go and get it now
Don't you know it took a lot to hold my **** down
Tried to take them off the block and see my **** smile
Beast told me let's go to Jum, my bro, it been a while
Don't you know when Block died I broke down in tears
Money made some **** weird, I act like I don't see it
'Cause it's a whole lot of money like that song from Bia
Don't you know I'm one of one, there's not a **** like me
I won't even look her way if that's my **** wifey
Butch crib, I wasn't icy, I had on a white tee
White Nikes probably smelling like Issey Miyake
Don't you know I ride without no license
Don't you know the guys is getting indicted
Don't you know they charge me I'm a fight it
Don't you know you look thirsty, cracking out when you're ain't invited, ****
Don't you know we up, we never sleep
Don't you know I be around demons trying to get even
Don't you know this industry wicked, gotta move different
Don't you know my phone on DND, I'm with my children
Written by: Casey Ferdinand Camacho, Dan Garcia, Dave East, Francis Ubiera, Lenard Rodriguez, Michael Kuzoian
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