If You Ain’t Knowing

[Verse 1]
I wake up early in the mornin', gotta give thanks
And praise God while I'm tuckin' up my shoelace
Khakis on, man, I'm 'bout to hit the block, what up?
I'm from the ghetto where the usos sellin' rock, gutter
Bread and butter for some things, you wish the lifestyle
We just some colonized threats reppin' 'till the death
To be honest, uce, I plan to be a ghetto legend
Screamin' A-P-I-A on our way to the bank
Kept it gangsta for the paper, never sold out
And breakin' bread with my usos, never hold out
Who can say the same, some of y'all are hoes now
Captivated by the fame, you lost your soul like a bitch
You took a load, I get up and rock a show
Make the crowd throw they hands up
Revolution, and now it's time to get your gun up
Flip another tongue up, 'Trey day make the pay day
Excuse me while I take my family on vacay

[Hook]
Po-po at the door, gotta lay low
I dig it to the ground, not the peso
See, I be in my ride, bangin' Too $hort, ooh
Semi in the trunk 'case a nigga wanna stunt
Better run now (yeah)
Poetik be the one now
Show you I was done now, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for the ville, will they kill it for the mill?
I'm the one now

[Verse 2]
I was 16 when I sold my first ounce
I was 11 when I ran up in my first house
Was even younger asking mama, "Where my daddy at?"
What can I see, uh, we about to get evicted house
[?] Europeans, "Why we ask people for money, mama?
Why you crying, why you drinking every other day?
Tell me why the violence, am I wrong to get it off my chest?"
My adolescence had some hard lessons, kept me stressin'
With no direction, just a young G, I hit the streets
With no profession, I was scrappin' way before the rappin'
Guns got to clappin' from around the way I heard the echoes
Violent screams were my lullabies in the ghetto
True stories 'till I rise, man
My mama ain't raised a bitch, I'm a king to your [?]
[?]
I take you back to my roofs, nothin' but black thoughts
Realest that you ever saw

[Hook]
Po-po at the door, gotta lay low
I dig it to the ground, not the peso
See, I be in my ride, bangin' Too $hort, ooh
Semi in the trunk 'case a nigga wanna stunt
Better run now (yeah)
Poetik be the one now
Show you I was done now, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for the ville, will they kill it for the mill?
I'm the one now

[Outro]
I'm a soldier, [?]
[?] told ya, [?]
[?]
See me in them streets goin' in now, you can hate
But stay the fuck out my away, nigga
I'm hustling, [?]
These streets are cold, ain't no remorse, so
Demons surround me all the time
I see clearly those of you who loyal