You Don’t Know Me

[Verse 1: Kaysinners]

I been different as a child. Always thinking different, don't think that I'm changing now. Had a couple girlfriends but they just been turning foul. 22 in my doom, while I zoom through the thoughts that are Fumes, that consume in my room. Gotta really do what I do now. Hanging outside with no mutha fuckin crew now. Things been changing, my thoughts re-arranging. Now paper I'm craving. The rhymes I be baking, fake friendships I'm braking. I'm reaching to the little light. Even though, I want to lose my whole life and just lose the fight. And I just self-respect myself because others don't do it right. I'm not fucking pussies unless that pussy just really tight. I don't miss a single soul. If we're enemies you're getting old. Posted up tryna get my gold. While I'm ballin' with those clothes and I'm ballin' with some hoes and you're home sitting broke. And I be like...

[Chorus]
You don't me!. Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah

[Verse 2: Kaysinners]

I'm always striving, always diving, always aiming for success. People hear my songs...I guess that you can call me really blessed. And if you talking all that shit Ima put your ass in check. And you might get decked, and you might get wrecked, and you might get pressed.You can ask JB, in high school people knew that in a sec. But I have a little patience James can fill you on the rest. Never been much of a cheater but at times I cheat on tests. I may have 3 personalities. I guess you can call me a triple threat. I don't do drugs that messes up my body, and I box but never do karate, I'm blunt and don't think that I'll be sorry. I even know people that will blast you with the shotty. But enough about me.You don't know me. Better get to know me, 1 day fucking hanging and you not my homie

[Chorus]
You don't me!. Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah

[Verse 3: Kaysinners]

I be chilling. Feeling feelings, hanging with the women. I be sinning, killing lyrics. Watch what I be spilling. I be winning, always winning. Defeating all these villains. Doing this for free and not making any millions. I be posted, roasted, toasted afraid of halitosis. When you hear my fucking raps, you will think that a god wrote this. There is no competition. One man on a mission...collab with no bitches ...these snitches can get those stitches. Come on

[Chorus]
You don't meeeeeeeeeeeee, You don't meeeeeee, yeaahhhhhh yeahhh ya'll