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Kna'm Sayin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Smith
Length: 4:30
Written by: Romelle Loiseau




Don Smith - Kna'm Sayin' Lyrics




I'm from the trenches
(Uptown nigga)
Ayo

To tell the truth, I'm living proof of a different dude
I drop and drizzle juice and sauce over simple loops
If your money lookin' nice, then go splurge
But don't ask for a verse
Without a Paypal, a pair of dice and a hearse
Take a chance my nigga and maybe you'll learn
Before I started curvin' deals, I was on a learners curve
Hours of permit learning before I learn not to merge
You niggas swervin' out of control 'till worship curbs
32 bars of propane leavin' niggas burns
Thats pro pain for you rookies who have yet to learn
I could have blew brains all over your brand new suede
Leave 'em too stained for money back or a shoe change
But the truth is I'm hardly a inclined to bother
With niggas declining in charts like failing stock markets
I'm on target disregarding your cleanest garment
Don Picasso arms moving like the son of Apollo
Creed nigga
Leave you in trunks like Vegeta's seed nigga
The 16 coming down on your widows peak nigga
Them weak subs you threw at me ain't do a thing nigga
(Nope!)
Don sergeant

Still climbing his place in the ranks
Spent time to earn honor, nigga why would I wait
Reciting bibles in a closet right next to the sink
Room blank, no clutter, I need space to think
I'm spitting shells up against a bunch of rhymin' noodles
Cooking up classics while ya'll still at home drawin' doodles
I speakeasy, except you'll find Don on Google

Harlem boys will give you hell
Put that on Ron Pearl
Niggas watchin' what I drop like I finished arm curls
Flex nigga

Cliff, you got me
Ayo
I said
Ain't much we turn a blind eye to
Niggas disrespect your family if they can't find you
I'm goin' full blown ISIS, televised violence
Spittin' where your eyes is, you asking where the ice is
While your body on the concrete
Besides where your pride is
Half of this ride is all about timing
See, how I went from fitting in to standing out
Free samples from a couple brands that I can't pronounce
Nigga, what else did you think I was smirking about
Got some deals on the table, that's the standard now
Signed "Don" at the bottom
They made me swear I can't announce
I study villains so I could know how to kill 'em, nigga
Cliff 41 to the ceiling nigga
F*ck how you feelin' nigga

Shout out all my niggas
All my niggas

Kvrdio kna'm sayin'
Sim from the Hill, you know what time it is baby
Without you there's no studio, kna'm sayin' so
Solar, you killin' that r&b shit baby
Niggas is feelin' that
Kna'm sayin', shout out my nigga Julio the Don
Nigga only make classics, kna'm sayin'
Ya'll niggas need classics, talk to that nigga
Actually talk to Morgan, you kna'm sayin'
'Cause thats the money man
Without him, there ain't no Cliff
Without Morgan, there's no Cliff, understand that
Shout out my niggas 2000
You kna'm sayin', my nigga Xen
Theravada, holdin' a nigga down with the production and whatnot
Rbchmbrs, I know you got some shit my nigga
When you gon' bless a nigga

Yeah
2018 all four seasons baby
Niggas ain't going nowhere

Don
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I'm from the trenches
(Uptown nigga)
Ayo

To tell the truth, I'm living proof of a different dude
I drop and drizzle juice and sauce over simple loops
If your money lookin' nice, then go splurge
But don't ask for a verse
Without a Paypal, a pair of dice and a hearse
Take a chance my nigga and maybe you'll learn
Before I started curvin' deals, I was on a learners curve
Hours of permit learning before I learn not to merge
You niggas swervin' out of control 'till worship curbs
32 bars of propane leavin' niggas burns
Thats pro pain for you rookies who have yet to learn
I could have blew brains all over your brand new suede
Leave 'em too stained for money back or a shoe change
But the truth is I'm hardly a inclined to bother
With niggas declining in charts like failing stock markets
I'm on target disregarding your cleanest garment
Don Picasso arms moving like the son of Apollo
Creed nigga
Leave you in trunks like Vegeta's seed nigga
The 16 coming down on your widows peak nigga
Them weak subs you threw at me ain't do a thing nigga
(Nope!)
Don sergeant

Still climbing his place in the ranks
Spent time to earn honor, nigga why would I wait
Reciting bibles in a closet right next to the sink
Room blank, no clutter, I need space to think
I'm spitting shells up against a bunch of rhymin' noodles
Cooking up classics while ya'll still at home drawin' doodles
I speakeasy, except you'll find Don on Google

Harlem boys will give you hell
Put that on Ron Pearl
Niggas watchin' what I drop like I finished arm curls
Flex nigga

Cliff, you got me
Ayo
I said
Ain't much we turn a blind eye to
Niggas disrespect your family if they can't find you
I'm goin' full blown ISIS, televised violence
Spittin' where your eyes is, you asking where the ice is
While your body on the concrete
Besides where your pride is
Half of this ride is all about timing
See, how I went from fitting in to standing out
Free samples from a couple brands that I can't pronounce
Nigga, what else did you think I was smirking about
Got some deals on the table, that's the standard now
Signed "Don" at the bottom
They made me swear I can't announce
I study villains so I could know how to kill 'em, nigga
Cliff 41 to the ceiling nigga
F*ck how you feelin' nigga

Shout out all my niggas
All my niggas

Kvrdio kna'm sayin'
Sim from the Hill, you know what time it is baby
Without you there's no studio, kna'm sayin' so
Solar, you killin' that r&b shit baby
Niggas is feelin' that
Kna'm sayin', shout out my nigga Julio the Don
Nigga only make classics, kna'm sayin'
Ya'll niggas need classics, talk to that nigga
Actually talk to Morgan, you kna'm sayin'
'Cause thats the money man
Without him, there ain't no Cliff
Without Morgan, there's no Cliff, understand that
Shout out my niggas 2000
You kna'm sayin', my nigga Xen
Theravada, holdin' a nigga down with the production and whatnot
Rbchmbrs, I know you got some shit my nigga
When you gon' bless a nigga

Yeah
2018 all four seasons baby
Niggas ain't going nowhere

Don
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Writer: Romelle Loiseau
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