[Verse 1:]
Pullin' up in that new toy,
The wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink Floyd,
Wavin' at rude boy, I'm wavin' at you, boy!
Ran off on the plug too like Trugoy,
Imagine me do, boy, you could never do what I do, boy,
Still, duckin' shit that I did, boy,
Niggas in Paris 'fore Hit-Boy,
This ain't the same type of hits, boy!
Shit can get litter than lit, boy!
You don't take these type of risks, boy!
'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich Boy.
You missed, boy,
Ya numbers don't add up on the blow,
That was ten years ago; if you know, you know, yeah!
If you know, you know,
If you know, you know.
[Verse 2:]
This thing of ours, oh, this thing of ours,
A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off,
I just happen to be alumni.
Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye,
The company I keep is not corporate enough,
Child Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enough.
A rapper turned trapper can't morph into us,
But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff.
Dance contest for the smokers,
I predict snow, Al Roker,
If you know, you know.
I only ever looked up to Sosa,
You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah.
[Chorus:]
Bricklayers in ball shorts
Coachin' from the side of the ball court,
If you know, you know.
One stop like a Walmart,
We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport,
If you know, you know.
If you know 'bout the carport,
The trap door supposed to be awkward,
If you know, you know.
That's the reason we ball for,
Circle round twice for the encore,
If you know, you know.
[Verse 3:]
You ever been hit with the water weight,
Then had to wait? Do you war or wait?
If you know, you know.
When we all clickin' like Golden State,
And you and your team are the motorcade,
If you know, you know.
Been grantin' wishes like a genie
To bad hoes in two-piece bikinis,
I've been hidin' where you can see me,
The skybox is right next to RiRi's.
Solely responsible for showin' rappers how to stand
On the front lines when trappers started throwin' bands.
Where were you when Big Meech brought the tigers in?
'Cause I was busy earnin' stripes like a tiger's skin.
[Chorus:]
Bricklayers in ball shorts
Coachin' from the side of the ball court,
If you know, you know.
One stop like a Walmart,
We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport,
If you know, you know.
If you know 'bout the carport,
The trap door supposed to be awkward,
If you know, you know.
That's the reason we ball for,
Circle round twice for the encore,
If you know, you know.