Barely Know My Name

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain
Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Niggas wanna know what I spent on the Wraith
Hating niggas make me wanna spit in they face
Mozzy my brother, sucker I'll smother
Never treat a bitch better than my mother
[?] butterfly
Still screaming fuck the other side
I cried when my grandmama died
A week later, my other grandmama died
The type of shit that'll make you commit suicide
I gotta keep the hammer in the ride
Niggas talking bout [?]
Nigga better off taking [?]
Chopper got a hundred [?]
I was fucking on my cousin's bitch
She was fucking me cause I was rich
I was fucking her cause she was thick

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain
Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Grew up in the struggle, blew up off a bubble
Shout out to the ones that intredused me to the hustle
[?] everything trouble
But I promis not to fumble, get money, remain humble
[?]
Mini AR in the pink dolphin duffle
Scrape you with the K, for thinking we gon scuffle
Sware to god a nigga die last time I chucked him
If he ain't family orianted, then fuck him
Fucking with them suckers [?]
[?] I fuck around with the [?]
Niggas say they love me, but they don't know [?]

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain
Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 3: Celly Ru]
They a stranger to the pain and a nigga feelings
They tryna kill him, I'm tryna take off the cieling
Tryna get a million, these niggas all in they feelings
Looking like a million, that really be how I'm feeling
They don't know the shit a nigga been through
Tryna eat a nigga, put them suckers on the menue
Tryna give back all the love that they give Ru
Do anything for my brother, he know that it ain't shit fool
[?]
[?] would've done the same if I ain't have it on me
Thought you was my brother, it was love, shit what happen homie?
I was just trappin, getting dollars off this rappin homie
I ain't trippin
It ain't on me, just know that I ain't slippin
When I dropped the nigga, he ain't probably living
[?] speak on it ever, I'm that kind of nigga
Go by myself, but if you with me, just be quiet nigga

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain
Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 4: Lil B]
I'm tryna be philthy rich like Philthy Rich
Get rich or die trying bitch, like 50 Cent
[?] tryna leave the streets smoking
Shout out to North Ocland, we cliqued up
Everything a gamble, nigga put your chips up
I know the Base God, but that's another note
Shout out to Mozzy, Sacromento selling dope
Shout out to Joe Blow, and Mista F.A.B
Everything on a bitch, I don't catch cabs
Everything out of struggle, niggas disrespect me, I'm knocking at your mother door
I done bounced back, [?]
[?] lose a bitch
I don't give a shit
Take losses, cried tears, then I buy guns
Never talk, never snitch, [?]

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look shit like the shit I been through
Lotta shit going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
Niggas don't know my hurt, niggas don't know my pain
Niggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name