Waking up at seven-thirty
Just to make a couple bucks an hour
Clothes on in a hurry
Mama outside waiting, closed the door
She said my face was dirty
So I fix my eyebrows while we cruising down to MLK
Hit the gas, I'm runnin' late
Slippery as hell, with the tires we on
Now on South Boulevard, I guess my day finna start
Then in the parking lot, we go and what do you know
The whole goddamn place was closed
Now I'm looking at my mama and she pissed I can see it
Just believe it, looking like she finna send me to Jesus
But my dream is one day, hope I make it to see Genius
But my weakness is my demons, tryna hide me like a secret
A nigga was in high school, it's not new to get mistreatment
But that's what made me tougher, lil' cocky motherf*cker
Never can a hoe play me, never can a nigga clip me
Don't be silly, just don't tempt me
Y'all just really wanna end me
I'll make it up to mama with a new set of keys
To that Mercedes that she like and she don't have to say please
Walked up in the booth and said this finna be a breeze
Ten plays overall, oh this is beyond me
Yeah
All I know is that I know nothing
Stuck in my ways
What more can I say
All I know is that I know nothing
Looking for something
But I have found nothing
Oh, ho
Since fifth grade, niggas been poking fun at me
They do it to this day
Making fun of my lips, is it a lisp or a palsy
I'm still living my life, who gives a f*ck 'bout what y'all say
I'm never in harm's way
I brush it off my shoulder just to show 'em I got thick skin
I can't shoot a 3-ball but I'm really good on defense
Talking shit I'm on my Cardi B, like hoe what was the reason
I'm guessing that these niggas mad because they know I'm seasoned
Prayers up
To my brother down in Cleveland
If you bump this on a Thursday gotta party like a weekend
It's something more out there my arms out and I'm reaching
When it's figured out best believe that I am leaving hoe, believe it
I'm guessing that the world isn't hearing what I'm teaching
So I'll just play y'all little game for the time being
It's euphoria, I can't escape this feeling
Hopeful that I feel this way until I make a million what's up
All I know is that I know nothing
Stuck in my ways
What more can I say
All I know is that I know nothing
Looking for something
But I have found nothing
Oh, ho
4 GB RAM (feat. Aaron Pierre) Video (MV)
Performed By: Alpha Dawg
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Aaron Williams III, Trevien Wolfe
Alpha Dawg - 4 GB RAM (feat. Aaron Pierre) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Waking up at seven-thirty
Just to make a couple bucks an hour
Clothes on in a hurry
Mama outside waiting, closed the door
She said my face was dirty
So I fix my eyebrows while we cruising down to MLK
Hit the gas, I'm runnin' late
Slippery as hell, with the tires we on
Now on South Boulevard, I guess my day finna start
Then in the parking lot, we go and what do you know
The whole goddamn place was closed
Now I'm looking at my mama and she pissed I can see it
Just believe it, looking like she finna send me to Jesus
But my dream is one day, hope I make it to see Genius
But my weakness is my demons, tryna hide me like a secret
A nigga was in high school, it's not new to get mistreatment
But that's what made me tougher, lil' cocky motherf*cker
Never can a hoe play me, never can a nigga clip me
Don't be silly, just don't tempt me
Y'all just really wanna end me
I'll make it up to mama with a new set of keys
To that Mercedes that she like and she don't have to say please
Walked up in the booth and said this finna be a breeze
Ten plays overall, oh this is beyond me
Yeah
All I know is that I know nothing
Stuck in my ways
What more can I say
All I know is that I know nothing
Looking for something
But I have found nothing
Oh, ho
Since fifth grade, niggas been poking fun at me
They do it to this day
Making fun of my lips, is it a lisp or a palsy
I'm still living my life, who gives a f*ck 'bout what y'all say
I'm never in harm's way
I brush it off my shoulder just to show 'em I got thick skin
I can't shoot a 3-ball but I'm really good on defense
Talking shit I'm on my Cardi B, like hoe what was the reason
I'm guessing that these niggas mad because they know I'm seasoned
Prayers up
To my brother down in Cleveland
If you bump this on a Thursday gotta party like a weekend
It's something more out there my arms out and I'm reaching
When it's figured out best believe that I am leaving hoe, believe it
I'm guessing that the world isn't hearing what I'm teaching
So I'll just play y'all little game for the time being
It's euphoria, I can't escape this feeling
Hopeful that I feel this way until I make a million what's up
All I know is that I know nothing
Stuck in my ways
What more can I say
All I know is that I know nothing
Looking for something
But I have found nothing
Oh, ho
Just to make a couple bucks an hour
Clothes on in a hurry
Mama outside waiting, closed the door
She said my face was dirty
So I fix my eyebrows while we cruising down to MLK
Hit the gas, I'm runnin' late
Slippery as hell, with the tires we on
Now on South Boulevard, I guess my day finna start
Then in the parking lot, we go and what do you know
The whole goddamn place was closed
Now I'm looking at my mama and she pissed I can see it
Just believe it, looking like she finna send me to Jesus
But my dream is one day, hope I make it to see Genius
But my weakness is my demons, tryna hide me like a secret
A nigga was in high school, it's not new to get mistreatment
But that's what made me tougher, lil' cocky motherf*cker
Never can a hoe play me, never can a nigga clip me
Don't be silly, just don't tempt me
Y'all just really wanna end me
I'll make it up to mama with a new set of keys
To that Mercedes that she like and she don't have to say please
Walked up in the booth and said this finna be a breeze
Ten plays overall, oh this is beyond me
Yeah
All I know is that I know nothing
Stuck in my ways
What more can I say
All I know is that I know nothing
Looking for something
But I have found nothing
Oh, ho
Since fifth grade, niggas been poking fun at me
They do it to this day
Making fun of my lips, is it a lisp or a palsy
I'm still living my life, who gives a f*ck 'bout what y'all say
I'm never in harm's way
I brush it off my shoulder just to show 'em I got thick skin
I can't shoot a 3-ball but I'm really good on defense
Talking shit I'm on my Cardi B, like hoe what was the reason
I'm guessing that these niggas mad because they know I'm seasoned
Prayers up
To my brother down in Cleveland
If you bump this on a Thursday gotta party like a weekend
It's something more out there my arms out and I'm reaching
When it's figured out best believe that I am leaving hoe, believe it
I'm guessing that the world isn't hearing what I'm teaching
So I'll just play y'all little game for the time being
It's euphoria, I can't escape this feeling
Hopeful that I feel this way until I make a million what's up
All I know is that I know nothing
Stuck in my ways
What more can I say
All I know is that I know nothing
Looking for something
But I have found nothing
Oh, ho
Writer: Aaron Williams III, Trevien Wolfe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid