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(Talk about it)
Yea
Check
And you don’t really know me
If you don’t know that I had a 300z
With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat
With a broken gas tank that was always on E
(Talk about it)
I used to ride around in section eighty, uh
Pullin up on niggas that was duckin’ me to make sure they would pay me
And if they had a problem it was likely they would fade me
I kept the taper dark just incase they acting shady
Tapping on my twitter trynna get to Tae Beast
Trynna get to Skyehutch hoping they would say he
Good enough to be on TDE
As I swipe the EBT for my momma
Praying that they’ll come and save me (talk about it)
Nobody did it
So I had to get with Obi, Nnamdi, and Brian to start my own mission
Selling that stuff around the way just to make a little name on probation
I was big trippin’ (huh)
Product of the felonies
Trynna move product ducking broke nigga energy
Trynna be the opposite of broke when they mention me
Then the Z broke down sheesh they sleep (talk about it)
And you don’t really know me
If you don’t know that I had a 300z
With no heat and a seatbelt on the seat
With a broken gas tank that was always on E
(Talk about it)
I used to pray that I could spar with Ab-Soul
Me and him on a track for a fact that’s goals
Rapping out in front the barbershop
Pressing Obi for the check
Playing Book of Soul passing Half Note
Bad bitches in the whip turning up their nose
They really only came in trynna get a smoke
I used that to try to press play on the floor
But that would never impress and made them go (huh)
Threw my ego out the sunroof
That made me change my confidence for humble
Threw my ego out the sunroof
And made my mood turn to disgruntled
I almost quit rapping like like five hundred times
Before I got my first check I wrote five hundred rhymes
I used to fuck a couple bitches but none of them dimes
Maybe I was better off trynna run up the crimes, uh
Cause you don’t really know me
If you don’t know that I had a 300z
With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat
With a broken gas tank that was always on E
(You don’t)
(Talk about it)
And you don’t really know me
If you don’t know I had a Chevy Celebrity
I got from Mrs. Harris for two hundred fifty
Barely passed the smog check but still got from A to B, you see (Talk about it)
Before Soundcloud I was on SoundClick
Back slash Ab The Great you can google that shit (real shit)
All facts (talk about it)
Had a RadioShack desktop mic that I stole
No pop filter for it (no)
Just a duct tape roll
With a stocking cap around it (woah)
Recording on ACID Pro 4.0
Illegally downloaded on some kind of bit torrent, yo (Talk about it)
Snake Hollywood was the co-producer at the toll
Got off of Black Planet and started planning the solar system of my very own
Broke as a joke (ah ha)
Nobody laughed at
Working at a record store that my family owned
How ironic is that?
Cause most of my homies was criminals distributing dope
And I do just that just in my own way
The differences are the same
And if you were to ask me how
I don’t know how I ended up speaking at Harvard with IDK (soul)
And you don’t really know me, if you don’t know.
(You don’t know)
(Don’t know)