Jered Sanders Know About It (feat. Ki'shon Furlow)
[Verse 1: Jered Sanders]
Back in the 90s had that juvie made the Nola proud
And Biggie Smalls and Howard Hue trying to control the crowd
Me and my cousin copping breakfast from the flip lady
It cost a quarter now a dollar what she get lately
And that's a trip crazy, we had all kind of chores
We got some broccoli cop the taki from the corner store
For sure, summer with aunty back in 95
Street Fighter 2 but got to chop it just in time for Raw
And sharpshooters and lion tamers for exercise
Way before we had fumigators and pesticides
And pretty mommas had the brothers trying to texturize
The city buses had us wishing we was blessed to drive
Or light skinned with fathers with [?]
Who lets us get the keys for the test drive
And Bad Boys had us talking like we out of Bedsty
Just so we could poly with the mommies with the tetas
The good ole days and where the Jay's 1 never go out of style
And then you grew the peach fuzz swearing you not a child
Thank God for a new path out of the lost and found
Who came to be my father when my poppa won't around
I, remember up in Bartley park by the city projects
We double on them bicycles and we had empty pockets
We cut the neighbors back yard to get some mini profits
And walking like we had the city popping
You don't know about it huh!
[Hook: Jered Sanders]
Summer times in the winter
Wood grain armor all down in December
Flex grade fresh fade shine I'm a winner
White wall summer time fine with the spinners
Man you don't know about it
[Verse 2: Yourwelcome]
Kool-Aid with the sugar in the bag
And we going sell it like it's (Cocaina)
Middle school antics I'm on campus
With the latest girl I'm macking like (you know I need ya)
Flashback to a time when it was a lot less hectic
Few less things on the checklist trying to maintain with a name where I feel everyday I entertain like Cedric I was spacy like Kevin
Daydream fill up arena's can't wait to see the fam in the bleachers
Way back had the pants with the creases
You know you talking to a third coast killer
When grandma cooking you don't go into the kitchen
You pay the tip or you going to have to pick the bill up
Watchin BET and Ye was rocking all chinchilla my hitter
Before we filled the swisher with the tree yuh
All my homies out here hooping better d up
Pass the lady selling candy on street yuh
All I needed was a reeces and a freeze cup
(Man you don't know about it)
[Hook: Jered Sanders]
Summer times in the winter
Wood grain armor all down in December
Flex grade fresh fade shine I'm a winner
White wall summer time fine with the spinners
Man you don't know about it
[Verse 3: Jered Sanders]