I Don’t Know

[HOOK]
I don't know what I would do without this hip-hop shit
I don't know what I would miss without these hip-hop hits
I don't know what I'd do where id be who'd I know what I'd think
Where I'd go so I guess I don't know
I don't know what I would do without these hip-hop beats
I don't know where I would be without my mic and my sheets
Would I be me or would I be more like you
I guess the real question is what the fuck would I do?
Without this rap shit

[VERSE 1]
November 2020 when this all started
Was just me Champy and CJ we were starving artists
We still are just improving our craft
Drooping projects soon its like a takeover man
Yeo Records happy to be the captain
See wе reckless makin our statemеnts rapping
Shoutout to Malcolm up and comin from out of
Atlanta
Now I'm counting my bangers
While you doubting our anger
Like we out for the pension
We just wanting attention
We just want Dr. Dre or some motherfucker to mention our name
I dream of just bein up in the studio pumping beats in my veins
A comparison I'd call it drug
You take away my vocal chords I bite off your tongue
I'll keep at it till no air in my lungs
Guess I'm an addict to being motherfucking second to none

[HOOK]
I don't know what I would do without this hip-hop shit
I don't know what I would miss without these hip-hop hits
I don't know what I'd do where id be who'd I know what I'd think
Where I'd go so I guess I don't know
I don't know what I would do without these hip-hop beats
I don't know where I would be without my mic and my sheets
Would I be me or would I be more like you
I guess the real question is what the fuck would I do?
Without this rap shit

[VERSE 2]
Without this rap shit
I don't know what I'd attach with
This fucking feeling the only description's magic
Call it a miracle
Even if I'm a tyrannical
President over this land in my hand I'm still in control of the capitol
Such a long way I've came
Feels like almost yesterday
Me and the Champy were working for hours like we had the heaviest
Debts to pay, we don't owe a dime
To anyone except ourselves at the time
We'd choke on a rhyme
Well now we exceed ourselves with a line
Incredible isn't it
Dare I say call it imprisonment
Trapped in the game
Wrapped in a maze
Rapped myself right back to the stage
Would I call it beautiful
Would I call it mad
Would I say I'm usual
At fighting with a pad
Its just so unconventional
Yet I love it unconditional
If yall got a bar set
I hope that I mark it
And pass up the target
At last I'm the artist
Who tanks any flank
And just stays in the office
I keep on working, even if maybe too perfect
Thanks to this hip-hop
Never feel like I'm ever takin a week off