The more you know the more you
Evident it's happenin
Never give you props
Proposition Joe wit politicking fashion
You think you met ya match
This is not a fact
This is not a trap
Tender wit enemies missin all they gas, goin through relapse
When I'm in the booth I'm goin through the back
The dawn of a era of thats mourning you in fact
False (Yeah)
Chalkin up bodies no matter the cost (Woah)
Causin withdrawals (Yeah)
Martyr for the cause, goin deep as balls
Balls Mahoney in a 94 Sierra
The game divorced you wit no alimony
Causin deconstruction, hittin every terrace
In the wheel of life, you a pretty ferris
That ain't goin nowhere
($lobby wholesale)
Redemption through the flow to blow ya dome
Steady weezy off the dro, got my counterparts phoning home
Straight into my rising sun, the Bandits rising son, don't think to cross us tho
Like Iverson, it's bound to go
I guess it goes to show
The more you know the more you don't
The more you know the more you don't
Establish such wit every quote
The more you know the more you don't
The more you know the more you don't
My verse worth 5 mil, plus an extra 10, cuz the shit is bitching...
(No estrogen)
Flip lines like a king pen, still ill as f*ck...
(I need medicine)
Just smashed, busted off her ass, her walls gone uh...
(She's african)
Money talks, so I must converse, chuck bars at stars...
(Less sentences)
GaddyBandy, with the hammer language, tryna get the band he...
(Going all in)
Ball on tricks, like globe trotter, if her ass shake
(She from Harlem)
No time for the fake shit, gotta make cake
(For the squadron)
I'll treat your notepad like my bitch, after writing raw...
(She say Lose the condom)
Lil homie dust all of you, and the noobs here...
(Don't qualify)
Spreading jams, going nuts, put together getting bread...
(Don't bite the rhyme)
How the backpack, rap gonna match, trap, crack?
(We don't lack in lines)
Highly skilled don't hate, gimme all you got...
(Ya mug pretty much say you crying)
The more you know!
The more you know the more you don't!
$lim Charles - The More You Know (feat. G the Advocate) Lyrics
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The more you know the more you
Evident it's happenin
Never give you props
Proposition Joe wit politicking fashion
You think you met ya match
This is not a fact
This is not a trap
Tender wit enemies missin all they gas, goin through relapse
When I'm in the booth I'm goin through the back
The dawn of a era of thats mourning you in fact
False (Yeah)
Chalkin up bodies no matter the cost (Woah)
Causin withdrawals (Yeah)
Martyr for the cause, goin deep as balls
Balls Mahoney in a 94 Sierra
The game divorced you wit no alimony
Causin deconstruction, hittin every terrace
In the wheel of life, you a pretty ferris
That ain't goin nowhere
($lobby wholesale)
Redemption through the flow to blow ya dome
Steady weezy off the dro, got my counterparts phoning home
Straight into my rising sun, the Bandits rising son, don't think to cross us tho
Like Iverson, it's bound to go
I guess it goes to show
The more you know the more you don't
The more you know the more you don't
Establish such wit every quote
The more you know the more you don't
The more you know the more you don't
My verse worth 5 mil, plus an extra 10, cuz the shit is bitching...
(No estrogen)
Flip lines like a king pen, still ill as f*ck...
(I need medicine)
Just smashed, busted off her ass, her walls gone uh...
(She's african)
Money talks, so I must converse, chuck bars at stars...
(Less sentences)
GaddyBandy, with the hammer language, tryna get the band he...
(Going all in)
Ball on tricks, like globe trotter, if her ass shake
(She from Harlem)
No time for the fake shit, gotta make cake
(For the squadron)
I'll treat your notepad like my bitch, after writing raw...
(She say Lose the condom)
Lil homie dust all of you, and the noobs here...
(Don't qualify)
Spreading jams, going nuts, put together getting bread...
(Don't bite the rhyme)
How the backpack, rap gonna match, trap, crack?
(We don't lack in lines)
Highly skilled don't hate, gimme all you got...
(Ya mug pretty much say you crying)
The more you know!
The more you know the more you don't!
Evident it's happenin
Never give you props
Proposition Joe wit politicking fashion
You think you met ya match
This is not a fact
This is not a trap
Tender wit enemies missin all they gas, goin through relapse
When I'm in the booth I'm goin through the back
The dawn of a era of thats mourning you in fact
False (Yeah)
Chalkin up bodies no matter the cost (Woah)
Causin withdrawals (Yeah)
Martyr for the cause, goin deep as balls
Balls Mahoney in a 94 Sierra
The game divorced you wit no alimony
Causin deconstruction, hittin every terrace
In the wheel of life, you a pretty ferris
That ain't goin nowhere
($lobby wholesale)
Redemption through the flow to blow ya dome
Steady weezy off the dro, got my counterparts phoning home
Straight into my rising sun, the Bandits rising son, don't think to cross us tho
Like Iverson, it's bound to go
I guess it goes to show
The more you know the more you don't
The more you know the more you don't
Establish such wit every quote
The more you know the more you don't
The more you know the more you don't
My verse worth 5 mil, plus an extra 10, cuz the shit is bitching...
(No estrogen)
Flip lines like a king pen, still ill as f*ck...
(I need medicine)
Just smashed, busted off her ass, her walls gone uh...
(She's african)
Money talks, so I must converse, chuck bars at stars...
(Less sentences)
GaddyBandy, with the hammer language, tryna get the band he...
(Going all in)
Ball on tricks, like globe trotter, if her ass shake
(She from Harlem)
No time for the fake shit, gotta make cake
(For the squadron)
I'll treat your notepad like my bitch, after writing raw...
(She say Lose the condom)
Lil homie dust all of you, and the noobs here...
(Don't qualify)
Spreading jams, going nuts, put together getting bread...
(Don't bite the rhyme)
How the backpack, rap gonna match, trap, crack?
(We don't lack in lines)
Highly skilled don't hate, gimme all you got...
(Ya mug pretty much say you crying)
The more you know!
The more you know the more you don't!
Writer: Deion Coles, ZaQuan Hamlett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid