Only Thing We Know - Oncue

I hate dreaming, cause I’m awake scheming

You talk down my stocks, hope we break even

I ain’t fully weathered I got clothes for every season

Rewind all those years, you’ll find a million reasons

You turn a cheek now you claiming that you see this

Once they say they love me, they gun' label me a genius

You said I shouldn’t even bother leaving as a semen

Out the penis of my father, ain’t no fat bitch singing opera

Fuck that '96 Altima I use to whip around

Use to flip over the cushions when the tank was getting down

Just from kicking and pushing look at what we getting now

I get dab’s and good looking’s cause of what was written down

I don’t talk to my brother, he ain’t Robert I ain’t Raymond

But let me quit my bitchin' I know you tired of me complaining

We ain’t cut from the same cloth, I’m bad at fabricating

Tell 'em Cuey ain’t plain its beyond entertaining

Let me get my cash up, let me get my cash up

Cause your two cents don’t really fucking add up

Its kinda getting old

Let me get my cash up, let me get my cash up

Cause what we doing now is the only thing we know

& you try to call the phones but sorry we ain’t at home, we too busy about to

blow

Ain’t doing what we know, its the only thing we know

Work hard, but yeah you know I gotta

When you grow up bothered, cop a lot of shit to fix what’s inside ya

I see they offers, take a look at my rider

You ain’t bugging, my name getting bigger on flyers

With dames sucking my wang up while they humming Kya

Came up with no name so it just makes me liver

Got that mass appeal, raps are ill, have to feel

Never said what I wanted, fuck it I’mma crack the seal

I don’t care if you buzzing or if you have a deal

My competition is either dead or worth half a 'bill

But y’all hate me, tell me what I’m doing

Don’t forget we in the same league, call me Cam Newton

Run shit like Mr. Spacely see me in the future

If the lens ain’t faced me why the camera shooting?

I don’t know, its a waste see, you know what we doing

You don’t like it, you can’t change me, that bullshit we moving

Love money, but yeah you know I have to

When you grow up half bastard every fucking penny matters

Nothing to something… the story of a rapper

Look at me, what you want?

I’m the one she jocking after

Reason why she left your ass, homie you don’t stroke her right

I have sleepovers at her house, her mother find me so polite

Open mics turning into parties with the socialites

No matter how long it take they always say its overnight

I’mma pop bottles like I’m Dame Dash in Big Pimpin'

Did you just misspell name tags for a plane ticket?

It ain’t luck its hard work cause this shit ain’t written

She think I suck, but want to suck me;

It’s the same difference

I smell like hard work paying off

Your opinion change while we maintaining ours

Cause this the shit that happen when you follow your heart

I’mma watch this play out till you all fall apart