You already know You already know Aesthetic on the track, boy Sweet baby Jesus Check out the flick of my wrist Pull up in my whip with a bitch who don't ask me for shit Yeah, that's how I like 'em, a bitch with a check more excitin' And she so conceited, she don't even speak Try my luck for a week, ask her friend was she dykin' She say more than likely, cool, 'cause I'm feelin' like Boosy Just got a fresh cut, I can see that she choosin' And I don't give a fuck, sleep on me and you're loosin' Lay on my chest and I rub on your booty Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the cutest But don't get it twisted I forgot to mention the pistol right next to me, bitch, I'm a shooter Shit, ay, we gon' stay away from all that, though, that shit gettin' lame out here, let's go Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, don't know how to act A lot of these artists don't know how to rap Watch me put on, take the throne for my city I got your bitch out that thong on a Wednesday We hit the diner right after the club When she see me, act like nothing happened in public Forever I'm secret, I never discuss it He got that iron, that boy swear he be clutchin' I look in his eyes, I can tell he won't bust it You know most of these niggas be fake as a bitch Never told on a soul, can't relate to a snitch And therefore we are not the same Your mama and daddy ought to be ashamed Should've used a rubber, gave birth to a lame My sneakers the coldest, the way I was raised Pull up on 'em hoes rocking gold, switchin' lanes I'm sorry but I'm way too gifted for niggas Persistence, I'm way too consistent on niggas City full of dogs, I'm the pick of the litter Fuck the fame, the fame don't mean shit to me, nigga One of my freaks woke me up out my sleep and start asking about who I been fucking I told her she wasn't my bitch so don't bother me, sorry, that matter's not up for discussion I got that cash on me like it's Monopoly, look at my pockets, nigga, them shits bustin' Nigga used to be my nigga but fuck him Baby Jesus can't break bread with a buster Love the way that she give head but don't trust me She make me feel like I could walk on water She call me papi but she not my daughter She fuck with Baby Jesus 'cause I'm not normal I was at South by Southwest out in Texas Performin' walkin' through the crowd like a veteran All thanks to Dinero, salute to my nigga, he gave me the platform, I had to deliver At the last minute hopped on the plane with 2, 000 CDs, ended up on a stage Selling shows in three days, man fuck all that playin', they gon' know about Jesus Fuck a hater, go ask your ho about Jesus Bet she gon' keep it in the low about Jesus But I'll dap you like your ho not a cheater I-85,.45 with four pounds of reefer Exceeding the speed limit Increasing volume on my Runner speakers Bumping that new Baby Jesus My vocab astonishing, manipulation of wordly is bandishly lethal How they gon' hang with Lil' Jesus? Look at the flick of my wrist Woo, hold up, look at that bitch, shit, I'm with it Baby Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Fucked up, I done invested in myself Got the Yo in the crib, it's over You already know it Jesus, Jesus, Jesus You already know it