You Don’t Know (Single)

[Verse 1]

I hate these motherfuckers that wouldn’t know a hood
If a motherfucker walked up beat him with the wood
I don’t think you understand, I don’t think you really know
I think you think you know, but no you don’t know
Nothin bout me or where that I be
I rep CT An MC who bet be
The next motherfucker up on the top
Or the next motherfucker who shot
Up a ———
I’m a fool I hate this new school
I hate magazine, blogs, TV, the news
Pushing bullshit views to you thru the tube
See boob, get lube and shoot for the moon
Fuck that, suck sack, on that bullshit
Musk Rat, must rat, oh he so clipped
But that thеre ain’t none of my business
Lost boy bump, that album viscous

[Hook]

I don’t think you gеt it, I don’t think you understand
I don’t think you really know that you fuckin with a man
That with a pen and pad like a gat with a mag
That’ll bang like drum leave you fucked you a fag
You don’t need to like this, I do I write this
Fight this? I stretch you out like your wife is
Only thing tight about that was my rhyme shit
How else should say it, stay the fuck off the mic, bitch

[Verse 2]

Here we go again they just wanna hear my pen
I don’t think you really get it motherfuckers we ain’t friends
I got family, you got plan b
For a dumb bitch, you call candy
You a dumb bitch, you can’t stand me
If the cunt fits, I get handsy
If the game gone pussy, call me a douche
That’s a three point shot motherfucker I swoosh
Though I can get up in your face land a dunk for the crew
Fuck you fuck you and you and you and you
I’m a motherfucking legend you don’t even know my name
I don’t care it self proclaim, got a problem take aim
I ain’t claiming I’m the king I think I once say
Crown over ice I’m alone and I slay
The pot They can fuck with me not we won’t stop
Mad Prince till we drop forever we on top

[Hook]

I don’t think you get it, I don’t think you understand
I don’t think you really know that you fuckin with a man
That with a pen and pad like a gat with a mag
That’ll bang like drum leave you fucked you a fag
You don’t need to like this, I do I write this
Fight this? I stretch you out like your wife is
Only thing tight about that was my rhyme shit
How else should say it, stay the fuck off the mic, bitch

[Verse 3]

OGs Showed Me how to do this
Everyone else learning how to tie shoe shit
Elementary LMNOP
From the M to the M to the RA to the Z
I done dropped out of school you should be smarter than me
Yet I’m the motherfucker to ace G.E.D's
Easy for sheezy they little like wheezy
Got that young money, more than they ever seen B
I just don’t get it or maybe I do
Maybe real motherfuckers use torrents and do
What I did when I was younger, full of hunger
This free for you that’s from me to you
We be on SC, but we on apple too
Back to killing MC's, I gotta tackle you
You got time to mature, you ain’t welcome in the bar
Go back to doing whip hit's, chilling in your car

[Hook]

I don’t think you get it, I don’t think you understand
I don’t think you really know that you fuckin with a man
That with a pen and pad like a gat with a mag
That’ll bang like drum leave you fucked you a fag
You don’t need to like this, I do I write this
Fight this? I stretch you out like your wife is
Only thing tight about that was my rhyme shit
How else should say it, stay the fuck off the mic, bitch