Name: How Would You Know (Prod. By The Kidd Mike V.) by IAmRayJohn
Duration: 3 min 55 s
Description: How Would You Know off the Shower Songs Album Prod. Mike V.

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How Would You Know off the Shower Songs Album Prod. Mike V.

How Would You Know (Prod. By The Kidd Mike V.)

Master - Zanemusic
Engineer- wokeuptmmrw
Producer - imdead
Lyrics:
I heard that Heaven ain’t safe anymore

been stepped on more than gymnasium floors

you got it all now you gain even more 

how many cases they paid to ignore

I’mdead, stay in the morgue

I heard that Heaven ain’t safe anymore

people would probly safer in ward 

so used to betrayal I sleep on a sword
-
he said, they won’t check for my music boy

the hate in ya heart nota movement boy

what happened to that self improvement boy?

you loiter for riders amusement boy

you just another-

just another tryna build withouta Blueprint boy

several years undercover 
still nothing you’ve done been new since boy

can’t break me down beena nuisance boy

Grew up sweet world made a ruthless boy 

USA taught me that truth is void 

Conquer, Build, capture, kill, destroy

grew everytime they abused the boy

now nothing you do that reduce the boy

& all the hateful words just boost the boy

reigning hell til’ god boot the boy 
-

I heard that Heaven ain’t safe anymore sorry come back

been stepped on more than gymnasium floors

you got it all now you gain even more 

how many cases they paid to ignore

I’mdead, stay in the morgue

I heard that Heaven aint safe anymore

people want peace but our country want war

so used to betrayal I sleep on a sword

-
in the club you on the wall like a suspect

Bro, talking down cuz he aint up yet

yo, she moving low I’m above that

though, sweet side is dead it won’t come back

cold, Been asking god where his son at

bold, bet when I’m up she gon love that,

no, make sure it’s clean when I cut that

woah, been asking God where the one at

don’t, I get the bag bet I run that

bro, aint an arcade I won’t fund that, 

fold, sorry girl been there & done that

nope, I give out love I get crumbs backs

|HVN|

prod. squirlbeats & flexingangbeat|

cold like I pulled up in peacoat
i bet this blow like a c4
most politicians don't care about people
yeah ya sound cool but ya matter is fecal
-we don't realize that we evil
how you want truth when you always deceitful
tried to go back that shit bad like a sequel
just let them think that we equal
-
a given like free throws
you don't love me, you in love in with libido
sorry lil bruv , aint nothing free though
i can still write for a fee though
see bro again he got salt like a frito
see her again she turn white like a kilo
tryna fuck & its clear like some tito's
tryna keep it a secret but we know
days in the chi 20 below
if they start tripping I dip like tostitos
-knew i grew up when I lost my all heroes
gotta be more to life than all these zeros
-she mad i grow like embryo
no energy left that girl drain like mosquito
explaining race its unreal
(samoan, latino, Hawaiian or creole?)

talk like they plotting to kill
know you heard lots but thats often unreal
they power trip offa steel
imagine how much they hid in the bureau
-------
please be,
wise with your words only so many times I can ask them to chill

so easy,
to lose sight of self suicide might just help but then maybe one day they might

need me,
but no luck yet no one can tell I'm depressed gets better thats all that they feed me
-
2013 with mixcraft in fremont making singles at moms place with steezy
mention my name its my business still not comprehending why i wasn't cc'ed
i don't needs pal or acquaintance or chum or a buddy my circle a bb
cant help if you hang with squares, always stool never chairs if i slide thru like CD
if moneys all that you got features tend to be bought humans flex like a pc
you think you dealt with the crazy had an ex pay to tap my phone just to reach me
she thought this shit was a sitcom but i don't have cable & i don't watch tv
lets take a trip baby girl got the world these material objects don't please me
-
cold like I pulled up in peacoat
i bet this blow like a c4
most politicians don't care about people
yeah ya sound cool but ya matter is fecal
-we don't realize that we evil
how you want truth when you always deceitful
tried to go back that shit bad like a sequel
just let them think that we equal
-
thats been a given like free throws
you don't love me, you in love in with libido
sorry lil bruv , aint nothing free though
-i can still write for a fee though
see bro again he got salt like a frito
see her again she turn white like a kilo
-tryna fuck & its clear like some tito's
-tryna keep it a secret but we know

c444

|prod. by squirlbeats + kinsage|

Pounds of pounds of pounds of pounds of pounds of pounds of ops I’ve blown away

need a hit don’t have the time to chop another throwaway

Just to grieve did the same substance that took my bro away

Red Sea world bitter wanna watch me float away

y’all don’t want me tryna take the seat id throw the throne away

need me to succeed but 
baby I’m not here to Motivate

either way, all bruddas gunna wanna ton of pay
We all end up burn or buried boy there ain’t no other way
-
no ability to givea fuq bout what another say

all that dead weight that you carry 
can’t distract with colorways

Lips locked since a yungin
got these secrets stowedaway

deal with more youd imagine 
seems to lead my love astray

Tyler don’t have time for nothing now 
Just stacking it away

End a life to save some face
Come back to bite like burning waste 

only way we finding peace is if 
we getting dough today

y’all know happy Tyler
Don’t make me put on my other face
-

Pounds of pounds of pounds of pounds of pounds of pounds of ops I’ve blown away

need a hit don’t have the time to chop another throwaway

Just to grieve did the same substance that took my bro away

Red Sea world bitter wanna watch me float away

y’all don’t want me tryna take a seat id throw the throne away

need me to succeed but 
baby I’m not here to Motivate

either way, all bruddas gunna wanna ton of pay
We all end up burn & buried boy there ain’t no other way

-
Remember making Blunts up outta nothing 
feel like Jaleel how I jump in
tell me girl what’s your weight 
really worth in gold 

all I’ve really learned is we know nothing
reassure me we can be talk
But Whole thing fold off one discussion
this shit old

ain’t really tripping over cuffin’
I can never share myself just getting
really bored of bluffing 
life get dull 

learned to keep my feelings clean & tucked in
women glitchen niggas buggin 
these days you can’t believe everything you’re told

|REDSEA|

distraction

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Formerly known as RayMinder. Guam based music artist and song writer.

How Would You Know (Prod. By The Kidd Mike V.)

IAmRayJohn

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