This is a song about "Let em know"

With the mic he let 'em know, yo

Your girlfriend want to follow

Let em marinate, you forever late

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Know give me a head start

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

Point em out bitch i want to know

Get you high, keep it on the low

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Let em' preach me on a pulpit, 'cause compared to your horseshit,

Let em say i dont care

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