CEO Trayle - Didn't Know Lyrics

Yeah

Uh, he said that was his ho
(That was your ho?)
No, I didn't know (Know)
Nigga 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
Shit 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 shit 'posed to go
Boy, we gon' live by the gun
Take care my son
They look at me, they say, "He one-of-one"
They didn't jump in
Then he wouldn't've won

And I was startin' to feel
Bad for these artists that's
F*ckin' theyself and they lettin' these
Niggas f*ck over them
Niggas finessin', finaglin'
Gainin' control of them
Takin' for foldin'
That shit really bold of them
Walked in with all of this ice
Ain't it cold in here? Ayy
And I been doin' the same
Shit 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 killin' him
I get a rush out high-speed, feel adrenaline
We handle business and
Problems like businessmen
And if them niggas 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
Bitches 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 shit again
And my young nigga 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 shit 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, nigga
Chopper rock you to sleep, nigga
Get the money
Invest that shit back to the company
I wasn't totin' no stick unless I
Had a drum for this
We discussin' the split
I hate shit 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

Uh, he said that was his ho (Ho)
No, I didn't know (No, I didn't know)
Nigga 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
Shit that I don't even know
(Shit that I don't even know)
Live by the sword, then you die by the gun
But that ain't the way shit 'posed to go
(The way shit '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)

4 for sure
Skrrt yeah
For sure