[Verse 1: Locksmith]

The Know

Small fish, small pond

Crescent park in the alley that’s lil alley john

Mix parents, apparently, my parents prepare me for the perils to face barrels that kept me calm

Directly spawned from niggas posing and posing

Noting those for the notion they only chose never let me on

I use to beg for they validation i enter the maturation

Of finding my own voice with a deadly song

And i had to sit in my mothers beauty salon bored

I use to dream of the sneakers that we couldn’t afford

I got em anyway, anyway I was hooping

Wasn’t thinking bout music, my sister went on her first tour

I had to sit in her room and she would write verses

I use to think it was silly, really like what's the purpose?

I wasn't conscious that I was being obnoxious

What she was doing then would eventually hit me strike a chord

Fast forward I’m writing more, i started rapping I graduated

I’m quite mature, I started honing my skills inside the zone I would build

Confidence for that contest inside the source

I kept the secrets to others I wouldn’t speak it

Hard to let it fly, was shy

Felt insecure

Is the cure, fuck what anybody say

Never get your respect til you get about the bay

[Hook: Fallon]

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter

Life get’s harder, the world we know

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter

Life get’s harder, the world we know

[Verse 2: Locksmith]

Small fish, small tank

Used to play in the alley

Now alley call rank

When they come to rap they try to summon the trap and

What can happen when you happen to self doubt and draw blank

Drawing angst from niggas claiming they made em

Only aim to complain, you get fame and they call you fake

And i use to beg em to give me radio spins

But you never get respect when you try to cater to them

I know, i was young, I was dumb and impressionable

I take advice that I knew was unprofessional

And i use to listen to people that was never the truth

And i brought the negative energy with me in the booth

But i have to follow my dreams and what they mean to me

So i left the bay and I got me some different scenery

And I found peace in the various rhymes that I write

But I lost my job this the scariest time of my life

Insecurity is tacked on there's no plan B and it’s nothing to fall back on

Sooner or later gotta face these threats

Try walking a tight rope without a safety net

Try taking the high road when everybody I know

Is jocking the others niggas every day they slept

Everyday I wept but respect is not given its earned

But I be damned if I miss my turn

[Hook: Fallon]

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter

Life gets harder, the world we know

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter

Life gets harder, the world we know

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter (get shorter)

You ain’t got to wait too long cuz the days get shorter (get shorter)