I Can Tell lyrics

[Intro]
(Let the band play)
(Chino)
Ayy

[Chorus]
sh*t gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down, n*gga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of n*ggas want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my n*gga, I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherf*ckin' rigged it
On the paper route, mind your motherf*ckin' business (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I get plenty (Guap)
They askin' how it feel to be independent (Huh?)
b*tch, that's a no-brainer, I know you see it (Know you see it)
I be ballin' on these n*ggas, they ain't got defense (Nah)
Yeah, diamonds on my neck got your b*tch seasick (Big rock)
Yeah, and b*tch, you know my name, you know I keep it (Big Glock)
I just poured up a four in my Sprite remix (Remix)
These n*ggas claim they drinkin' Act', sh*t, they can keep it (Keep that sh*t)
Yeah, Big Glock, he the sh*t, it ain't no secret (It ain't no secret, b*tch)
These n*ggas hate me, but they really wanna be me (n*ggas wanna be me)
I feel like MJ, I'm goin' for another three-peat
Uh, yeah, b*tch, I'm airborne, they can't see me
[Chorus]
sh*t gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down, n*gga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of n*ggas want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my n*gga, I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherf*ckin' rigged it
On the paper route, mind your motherf*ckin' business

[Verse 2]
Yeah, young rich n*gga still chillin' in the trenches, yeah
Told my gang this summer it's gon' be a killing, yeah
I had to tell some f*ck n*ggas keep they distance, yeah
I had to tell my b*tches they can keep they feelings, yeah, huh
To theyself
b*tch, I'm tryna keep, keep, keep gettin' wealthy
I had to fall off the b*tch 'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I had to fall off the b*tch 'cause she was too messy
Yeah, I just can't stop flexin'
I'm 'bout to put some yellow diamonds in a Skydweller
Gettin' tired of all my foreign cars, might get a box Chevy
Ayy, I just checked my bank account and this sh*t gettin' serious, serious

[Chorus]
sh*t gettin' real, yeah
Voices in my head, the devil tryna make a deal, yeah
Angels on my right, and I got demons to the left, yeah
I'ma stand ten toes down, n*gga havin' no help, yeah
It's a lot of rappers hatin' on me, I can tell, yeah
It's a lot of n*ggas want me dead, but I ain't dead, yeah
Glizzock in the building, my n*gga, I know you smell me
Yeah, jumped up in this rap game and I motherf*ckin' rigged it
On the paper route, mind your motherf*ckin' business