You Know
[Hook: TreNovacane]
Real king shit
Talking bout that king shit
You know
Every time I grind I get the crown
Bitch you know
You will never be able to lock a nigga like me down
Yeah you know

[Verse 1: Kai-Ju]
They called us losers
Now we the winners
Making all these tracks
While you niggas spitting venom
Talking all that heat
But your bars like winter
You trying to clown us
But you eating ramen dinners
Performing on stage
ISM the realist
Spitting that word
Like a pastor bout his business
Bout to spit the hottest shit
That the demons have to feel it
Constantine flow
Bout to show you my religion
We bout to make a killing
Cause our music is the vision
Lost a few friends
That's why it's called division
Should've saw it coming
Just like a premonition
That's so raven
Are you haters steady listening
Coming for the throne
Like game of war business
Use to be shy
But the music got me fearless
Rapping with my brothers
So you know we bout to kill this
Girls Use to curve us
Tokyo drifting
Now they on they knees
Just begging for forgiveness
Just like then they ain't getting no attention
So when I do a song
They ain't getting no mention
Angels watching us
Cause our flow is so ascension
Changing up the game
Like a parallel dimension
2017 and my team steady winning
Going to the top
This is only the beginning
WE TAKING OVER
So you know we bout that business
Ask our fans
Cause they always been a witness
Haters gonna hate
Hate brings greatness
We are the ones
Like neo in the matrix
Turn my Mic off
Cause I'm done with these haters
[Hook: TreNovacane]
Real king shit
Talking bout that king shit
You know
Every time I grind I get the crown
Bitch you know
You will never be able to lock a nigga like me down
Yeah you know

[Verse 2: TreNovacane]
They try catch up with the way that we move
From the look in they eyes
I can tell that they haters
Knowing that we kings try to take our crowns
We repping 478 and we holding it down
King looking like a angry mob
Flow and fluent just like a god
Can’t help but hear cause they know we on
Add it all up we can never be even
Subtract with the track
When we on from the jump
Dividing the vision all up with my bros
Multiplying with these model chicks
Ain’t nobody on the team counterfeit
Indiestreets know that we the shit
Nova music yeah the team on
Fuck up the rhythm with a slow track
But no this ain’t another sad song
Take over your mind state like a criminal
Pick your pockets with a pocket rocket
Take over your streets with a mini chopper
When the verse hit you
You gonna need a doctor
[Hook: TreNovacane]
Real king shit
Talking bout that king shit
You know
Every time I grind I get the crown
Bitch you know
You will never be able to lock a nigga like me down
Yeah you know