Yourz

I was raised by Hopsin, but he don't even know me I was baptized by Kendrick, but he don't even know me I got taught by Cole, and he don't even know me You all listen to DMS, but you don't even know me Would you give a f*ck if I died, or would it be my music Cause it seems people are more concerned by celebrities than the fact They're granny died two days ago, and it makes me sick Is it important if I die, is it important if I lie Inside my own grave, or I rot inside my house till my final days I can't really comprehend the fame, but it's aight though Cause I don't even know it, can't control, it's up to you If I make it, if I take it, if I break it, if I lose it, if I bruise it And I'mma tell you now, I ain't tryna mess this up But it's a 50-50 chance, perhaps I was made to do this But I don't even know me, and if I don't know me, then who does Is it God is it my blood, is in my bud, is it my heart God give me a dart, said to hit the bullseye But I don't really know what to do with that Although I always try really hard I'd never slap a bitch, cause animal cruelty ain't my thing But I still hit that bullseye, like there's no tomorrow Soon as I hit the stage, all my enemies in sorrow Now I'm busting shots, lil homie hide inside your burrow, Reaching the dream and watch all my real homies follow I'm yours, I'm yours You don't really know me, but I'm yours I'm yours, I'm yours You don't really know me, but I'm yours The truth is, even my mama don't know me Bet if she seen the shit I did, she wouldn't be too fond of me People always call me they homie, yet they making fun of me But I don't give a f*ck, cause it's all talk, but they never run on me Yet I ran past your bullshit like I'm Usain Bolt It is all your fault, you mischievous thot Inside my head, that I wanna get rid of Like the shit they be playin', callin' it new hip-hop Smack you with a flip flop, TikTok, you taking the piss dog, flip-up chair Comin' to your head, and you're screamin Sayin' you thought that you knew me, but in reality Ain't nobody know me, and especially not the phonies That try to call and phone me, they try to fall right on me They're tryin' to spill it on me, they sayin', they sayin But I don't give a f*ck what they sayin But your mama do, listens to everything I say And then she does it just like a monkey would In the children's books, then she tryin' to blame me Sayin' my words influenced her to commit the crime she's booked Cold-blooded with a pistol in the closet She took the money, and then had to pay for her deposit Little did she know that we already know it Place the blame on me, can't pick me up like flowers you are frozen I'm yours, I'm yours You don't really know me, but I'm yours I'm yours, I'm yours You don't really know me, but I'm yours I'm yours, I'm yours You don't really know me, but I'm yours I'm yours, I'm yours You don't really know me, but I'm yours