symba (usa) - you don't know me lyrics
you don’t know me lyrics
[intro]
these n_ggas, these n_ggas think they know me, man
you n_ggas don’t know me, man
these n_ggas think they know me, man
[verse]
you think you know me, n_gga, you don’t know sh_t
don’t know my pain, don’t know my struggle, don’t know sh_t
don’t know my mama sold bricks ‘fore she sold crips
don’t know paps shot a cop and got 20 years
don’t know that i was born in jail with no chance
was a child when a prison [?]
i growin’ up with my aunt, that’s a [?]
berkley high, year book, i [?]
mom’s hit a bank, went to jail, had a son
that’s how i ended up going to school with my aunt
young n_gga, i ain’t never been no f_cking punk
i raise my fist before i raise a gun
never scared of defeat, the evils meet
f_ck a rap carrer beef, live right across the street
tryna risk it all to get [?]
i’m bringing my n_ggas peace, this all ’bout to increase
tryna buy crips, no rent, no more lease
tryna gain stock from california to greece
zeus got born but we ain’t got insurance so if sum’ happen who gon’ look out for him?
i know 5 n_ggas who died in 3 days
2 shot, one died of old age, 2 more locked in a cage
they say “bring that real back like back in the day”
that pimp [?], that’s mixed with the j
that’s big pimpin’, oh yeah, we big pimpin’
seeking arrangements from here to indiana
brought her to cali but met her in atlanta
she want the money, i got her where i want her
nowadays, n_ggas ain’t tryna hustle
give ’em soap and water, i bet they would bubble
they keep playing like people supposed to give ’em sum’
your can cry about this sh_t or you can cut a onion
you can go get what you want or you can sit and struggle
can’t be livin’ of your mama tryna be the man
a broke n_gga ain’t somebody who’s not getting bands
a broke n_gga is somebody who don’t have a plan
i put this work in on my own so you understand
god already gave me two, i do not need a head
i be going hard as diddy, tryna make a band
just a bar with my n_gga royce on the [?]
[outro]
you think you know me, n_gga, you don’t know sh_t
you think you know me, n_gga, you ain’t live this
clothes from the flea market, i was a infant
i’m cooking crack [?] like [?]
you think you know me, n_gga, you don’t know sh_t
you think you hold me back, my n_gga, hold this
you think you know me, n_gga, you don’t know sh_t
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