Earth, Wind, Fire Lyrics

If you know, you know

Fucking know

Earth, wind, move body shake

A lot of shit really out of place

A lot of shit really ain't the same

A lot of fake niggas in the game

A lot of fake hoes on the low

All that bullshit got to go

See I'm really sick with the flow

Best nigga signing out the four

I gotta touch down for the cheese

Feeling like Giannis with a ring

Young niggas living out they dream

Like who the fuck believe these type of things

I guess they never seen these type of things

Bottling a Genie type of things

Man I'm on a mission for the team

I guess this life is bigger than you think

Guess a nigga got to milk the clock

Milk this bitch for everything it got

Nigga think they drippy, I'm the Mop

Nigga think they saucing, I'm the Pot

All those Percocet will have you popped

All that Lean will really have you dropped

Like come on lil Whoa-die, niggas plot

You know your ship was sailing at the dock

Damn

Heart really black like Ops

Infinite Warfare can't stop

So much bloodshed on blocks

Fuck

Rest In Paradise for a thug

Roll a pair of dice for the slugs

You already knowing what it was

Like you already knew

You already know

Stop playing

You think this a fucking game

Life is like game of the inch

So I'm going hard of the bench

Gotta put my all inside this shit

Never put my all inside a bitch

Money coming in like the Mint

I'm just trying say what was meant

Burnt money always get spent

You already know it's kind of lit

Wind, Fire, really on they ass

I was getting busy on they ass

I was doing numbers on the dash

Always had my foot up on the gas

Know your bitch be shaking for the cash

Know your bitch be bopping of the GAB

She swear it's Hot Girl Summer but she trash

Gone and spin the block you goofy ass

Bitch

Know you like to TOP, you at the TIP

All these niggas closing like eclipse

Bet they swear they shining through the tint

Picture perfect frame, I never miss

Shoutout to them niggas like to diss

Cause that don't want smoke like cig

They ain't really fucking with The Kid

They don't want no static on the low

They don't want no bodies in the floor

Almost caught a body then I froze

These the type of stories never told

Lotta capping in these niggas songs

What the fuck this is a sing-along

Niggas twin brothers like clones

I guess they try make the money long

I'm not say loving you was easy for me too

You know

Fucking know