You Just Don't Understand

La la la la la la la I go by Da Killa KC Yeah Let me get back to my muh' fucking roots What the f*ck I sound like Something like the truth Bitch, you better bounce When I jump up in the booth It's another knock out like I punched you in the tooth F*ck fake fans, f*ck fair-weather friends Gotta great hand, gotta even better pen Why make plans? Set goals, put the effort in I take stands, you won't ever see me settling Coffee for breakfast, shout out to my grinders Depression for lunch with a side of some tired Dinner: An entrée of tension and wired Midnight snack, I'll just have an all-nighter Open to rap, gift of a writer Writing aspired by any desire Blackout again and I can't find a lighter I'm hotter than satan, I told him he's fired, like You ain't getting anymore clockwork No longer feel like I'm not sure I'll get to popping off on the pop culture All of these media demons are vultures They get the bird, I do not talk words We don't agree, I do not concur You can't defeat, what I have conquered All of these obstacles been tryna stop her, like oh Who would wanna get in the way of Killa's progression Why would you not want me to fulfill what I'm destined Think about that next time You doubt the skills I was blessed with For now, let's let the beat ride out And chill for a second Second, second, second You Just Don't Understand And That's The reason Why you hate But It Makes Perfect Sense To the People Who relate Yeah Okay, I'm back Oh, did you miss me Let's get on track, tune-up the whippy Switching my gears, they be cruising too shifty Nowadays people be moving too iffy Not down to ride? Get out my car What's focus for? Don't pick me apart You're never there when my engine don't start But you wanna show up at the finishing mark Man, that's that shit That's that nerve shit But it's all good though, cause nobody's perfect Nobody's sure when to know when it's worth it Now, let me put it in terms you interpret Like: Everybody fucks up, learn from it Admit when you're wrong like, that's my fault But if you keep doing it, that's a choice So then, don't be surprised with a bad result Lotta people just wanna shrug their shoulders Ain't nobody tryna take the blame in the first My ex still thinks that I fucked her over Old friends saying that I changed for the worst My girl now getting all the love I owe her Real homies don't play the games for the perks I consider life like a cup of Folgers I'm awake now like, thanks, I'm alert Yeah Been going through some things But I'm surviving them Lost so much, so don't be mad I'm tryna win Fools don't even put in half the time I spend Let the music ride out and let's vibe again Vibe again, vibe again You Just Don't Understand And That's The reason Why you hate But It Makes Perfect Sense To the People Who relate