Knowmads
Get To Know Me
[Intro]
I'm on my way
Okay
No way
You should get to know me real homie
Aye yo

[Verse 1: Wilson]
My last name is Wilson and my middle name is Scott
I was named after my father and the qualities he's got
I was taught how to act and why to never talk back
And the rest I picked up like how to spit on this track
I remember first rapping when I was about nine
And can still kill a mic like I was signed to grind time
I used to do a lot of lines, carry coke and packing nines
Bandana below my eyes, thinking I'm ready to ride
Thought I was living my life
But I was just living a lie
See all your decisions are blind, if your still getting high
So as the years passed by
And I watched my mother cry
About mistakes made with grades and how I've changed asking why?
Question was rhetorical, she didn't need a reply
Cause actions speak louder than words so for her this was a sign
Though I felt like shit inside I had to change for the better
Stop stealing my dads cigs and taking change off the dresser
I quit sleeping in, showing up late to all my lectures, high as fuck with some dumb excuse to say to the professor
That's why nowadays when I feel like I can't take the pressure
I can wash it all away when I play a banger from Jester
It's my new high so in a way I'm more baked than ever
Say goodbye to the rain realise there's change in the weather
It's darkest before dawn so when I'm placed on the stretcher
Don't look at my boy's face as like that's how our pain is measured
And before I send this letter and these words are set in stone I'mma sign it sincerely yours, someone you can get to know
[Verse 2: Wilson]
Aye yo, I never had to stand on the block, back in a package that's off
A couple grams in a pot
Then learn to handle the rock
I never had to have one hand on a Glock
Lettin' loose of panic shots, as I ran from the cops
Now I was busy with my man at the spot, scanning the blocks
Now he's still digging through records of nice samples to chop
Because a few collab with Jay and there's no chance that it's pop
See we fell through the basement just to land at the top
Now some labels want my god damn John Hancock
I'm trying to stack like a boss
100 Grand in my socks
In this business gotta be cautious before you have a loss
While we add up the profit and subtract the cost
See it's expensive to be sparking the dutch
Even though we're shining we're reminding every diamond starts in the rough
See they said I spit tough, but didn't come hard enough
To one bench pressing every sentence and getting my bars up
The block it's hotter than a sauna when they squeeze like anacondas
Cause the drama makes the gat go Braaatt like Obama
Everybody wanna be Tony Montana with the rhyme
Until they roll up on ya, with the dot on your face like Madonna
I got a lot of metaphors and a couple of punchlines
Pun in his prime, while you stuck behind on Metro bus times
Bust nines, fuck dimes