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didn't know - ceo trayle lyrics

[intro]
(gmoney)
yeah

[chorus]
uh, he said that was his ho (that was your ho?)
no, i didn’t know (know)
n*gga try to reach for my chain (huh?)
he gon’ die, the c4 show (on god)
i got this glow all over my neck, but i’m not with the glo (but i’m not with the glo)
uh, until i get me a ten*million*dollar check, then i’m still at the store
ayy, trap game easy, rap game treacherous, sh*t that i don’t even know (i don’t know)
ayy, live by the sword, then you die by the gun, but that ain’t the way sh*t ‘posed to go
boy, we gon’ live by the gun, take care my son
they look at me, they say, “he one*of*onе”
they didn’t jump in, then he wouldn’t’vе won

[verse]
and i was startin’ to feel bad for these artists that’s f*ckin’ theyself and they lettin’ these n*ggas f*ck over them
n*ggas finessin’, finaglin’, gainin’ control of them
takin’ for foldin’, that sh*t really bold of them
walked in with all of this ice, ain’t it cold in here? ayy
and i been doin’ the same sh*t i’m doin’ since 2012, it been some ‘bows in here
it ain’t even no bed or no clothes in here
he dropped the top, said he didn’t have no opps and they came, spinned the block
his baby brother was right there when he had got murdered, but he couldn’t talk to no cop
and if he talk, then he cannot come back to this block or they k!llin’ him
i get a rush out high*speed, feel adrenaline
we handle business and problems like businessmen
and if them n*ggas ain’t dead, then we spin again
ayy, how much money you said that we spent again?
if i go fed, take the bread and come get me then
had to put in all this work just to get me in
b*tches act like they too busy, couldn’t fit me in
crazy, they padded my room just to sit me in
can’t f*ck with you, might get me in some sh*t again
and my young n*gga won’t be in the streets ’cause i still be protectin’ his innocence
ayy, what’s this meeting about if this meeting ain’t all about motherf*ckin’ benjamins?
see, we got enforcements
we got them shooters, then we still preparin’ to send ’em in
just like a snakebite, trayle bring the venom in
they tryna be on my team so they’ll win again
i know this sh*t get dirty, he sweeter than cinnamon
just watch the plan that i implement
could use my kel*tec, then again
i just might bring out that 30, my friend again
father, forgive me, might sin again
duckin’ the police, i’m behind the tint again
trust me, i was just broke, i was penniless
now i can’t talk to these hoes like no gentleman
wouldn’t’ve made it this far if it wasn’t for the middlemen
4 not doin’ no r&b, n*gga
chopper rock you to sleep, n*gga
get the money, invest that sh*t back to the company
i wasn’t totin’ no stick unless i had a drum for this
we discussin’ the split, i hate sh*t had to come to this
they paint the bad*guy picture, they run with this
all these attachments, you ain’t see no gun with this?
they movin’ backwards ’cause we know exactly what come with this
[chorus]
uh, he said that was his ho (ho)
no, i didn’t know (no, i didn’t know)
n*gga try to reach for my chain
he gon’ die, the c4 show (he gon’ die)
i got this glow all over my neck, but i’m not with the glo (but i’m not with the glo)
until i get me a ten*million*dollar check, then i’m still at the store (i’m still at the store)
trap game easy, rap game treacherous, sh*t that i don’t even know (sh*t that i don’t even know)
live by the sword, then you die by the gun, but that ain’t the way sh*t ‘posed to go (the way sh*t ‘posed to go at all)
boy, we gon’ live by the gun, take care my son
they look at me, they say, “he one*of*one”
if they didn’t jump in, then he wouldn’t’ve won (wouldn’t’ve won, ayy)

[outro]
4
for sure
skrrt
yeah
for sure

- ceo trayle lyrics

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