YOU DON'T KNOW

Never have and they never will I don't know why they act like they do Walking around like there's somethin to prove Talk of the town when they up in the booth I'ma slaughter em now I got nuttin loose I'ma punch on a beug while a stumbling through It's somethin to do Mic fumblin noobs got nothin on us I'ma run up on em Like Yuh Had it sussed since day one They tend to fuss when I spray on em I'm always on time When I rhyme on a beat Don't ever delay on em I've had a habit of punching above my weight Rubble through rubbish while stuck in the rain I've written flows while suffering pain That unlock stuff that stuck in your brain I've kicked habits And picked up more Adlibbed backings and punched more lines I've stepped backwards and when I thought I rapped good bra I started to sing Blast in I swing Targetin king Kmart shoppers gonna laugh when I'm big W's that I cop when I'm takin an L coz I learn when I lose n I'm breaking the spells Traps that I'm in Back on my sins I never agreed with the matrix ting I made it a mish to risk it all see me fall get back up and rake in a bill Rip out the ATM I'm takin the till Flows down pat why they hate on the skill Just can't stand how dumb dickheads don't ever comprehend Why I've got em on read Stop their step without makin plays Blockin them in a major way I won't offer them what they hate to play And what they don't under motherfucken stand Coz YOU DON'T KNOW Pockets looking like you bitch Got no cake but I need some quick No money for a watch so I got it on tick I Ain't no magician but I still got tricks Your bitch DTF on the down low I got a gps for the best route You bitch wanna f*ck me and her friends to They wanna a train ran on em when they get loose F*ck it's the weekend Time for a bender Brain so fried like Futurama I'm stuck in the deep end Looking for the life guard you think by now I'd be use to karma It's like Kama sutra when the f*ck the beat It's like the track got stomped with a hundred feet You was already low then you sunk beneath It's like I punch the homeless when I bust a free Thats Coz they stop in there tracks Im never gon cap coz I only speak facts When I keep running round this track doing laps Murder the whole beet I don't bury the hatchet Want smoke got more then a packet Get blue like a Winfield does So If you ain't fam you don't what this cuz Yeah I do it for the money and I do it for the love You ain't done enough and I'm doing to Much I got big plans I got bigger habits You think you're fly But you're still a maggot Wake up then It's back work I work back to back I'm trying stack the racks I Put the cheese in the trap then I catch the rats Then it's back to the hustle Put the pen pad You think you had it hard but you wouldn't know struggle Sad music on your iPod shuffle You're depressed at mess that you made So you sleep all day till the pain goes away But it's never gonna fade Nah it's never gonna change I Sniff that bag like Henry the Hoover Spit that rap like where the producer Rap so loud that I need a reducer You got a snake on your head like Medusa I got a red nose just like Rudolph I want a real nice car with the roof off Girls give way better head when they're screwed on Your bitch left you you gotta move on F*ck it I only Keep it a hunnid like Clark do Flint i've got it Morgs tell em what the spark do Fast when i switch lanes just like a car do Where the f*ck the money at I'm gonna get it Some now Where the f*ck the drugs at ready for the come down Right when the suns up spit it when the suns down I'm a figure this shit out some how