About Me

[Verse 1]

What you know about Queen City?
No crown unless royal follow
Arkansas is my birthplace
Where they look for hope inside a 40 bottle
No job, but they work though
Move perfect in that new Impala
Them dope fiends and these alcoholics
They'll do anything to snatch 40 dollars
Boy, that's the town that I come from
That's the place where I came up
Social life was like nightclubs
That bah-bah if you flamed up
Bill Clinton don't live here
Just dope fiends and abandoned children
No hoop dreams, just a couple shooters
Tryna hide a body in abandoned buildings
Boy
It's too small to be New York
But the poverty and crime
Feel like I grew up in Detroit, yeah
Stood up on the block where the rocks be strung
Post a couple shots with the Glocks before
My roots go deep
What you really think you know about me, boy?

[Chorus]

What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?

[Verse 2]

What you know about?
Hate the way that yo' life feel
Yo' role models sell dope
Like it's they life skills
On Section 8
And y'all can't afford to buy a nice grill
Yo' single mama sellin' food stamps
To pay light bills
Boy, what you know about?
Feelin' hate for yo' Pops
In the same town, see him ridin' 'round
And he pass by and don't stop
Get [?]
So you hidin' yams in yo' socks
Butterflies in yo' gut
Scared to get body-slammed by them cops, uh
Joy-ridin', I was sittin' in the car
15, I was given the bar
But deep inside was a good kid
In a mass city, I scheduled tomorrow
Lost, a product of my bad environment
Where bein' thug was a requirement
And the hate you seek is like retirement
And you take whatever you desirin'

[Chorus]

What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
What you know about me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?
'Bout me?

[Verse 3]

What you know about sittin' down
In yo' granny crib, then hearin' shots?
Them cops come, cover up the body
In the parking lot
You think about they image
Till yo' dome hurts
You can't even
Concentrate on homework
He act out, that's all you see
Don't know, might be PTSD
It's hard to be optimistic and hope
When you know you might not see next week
Surrounded by blue rags and red tees
No leg C's, no ESVs
There's VLs and GDs and project walls
Who trapped in until a gunshot set you free
What you know of no father figure?
Just a few OGs
Single mama bringin' home a man
That [?] you to ensure he don't leave
Dreamin' of a good life we don't see
Homeboy get shot, we don't grieve
Rules of engagement to get revenge
And don't call no laws, don't trust police
And that's what they teach us from birth
Discount yo' life till you gone
They tell us we nothin' but dirt
So we live in the dark was a heart made of stone
But what if I tell you they wrong?
They been givin' us lies all along
They been tellin' us death is the only way out
That's a lie, you can take that from Tone
I know the truth, I am the proof
I seen the Master and I've been to the top
I know the pain, I've played the games
I've got a homeboy who been killed by the cops
I can show you the way if you willin' to watch
If you willin' to watch
I've been dealin' with Jesus
I know that way that the feelin' can stop