HUSH

PRAAAHHH You don't really know me You don't really know me You don't really know me So shshshshshsh HUSH Do ya thang queen ya king's stakin' loafs Clyde & Bonnie trips out to Abu Dhabi Martin & Gina ya wifes staring Pardon my features Meaning my looks my ora my energy Buckle up pucker up Trolls pull up knuckle up Ex chics DM'n peace sayonara Curriculum is success that's our alma mater Yall like rumors and gossip son I be clownin' that You wanna build and get money mami I'm down with that Getcha yap on getcha speak on I'm chillin' supa dupa fly gettin' my freak on As a youngin I was told I wouldn't be nothing no support Or backing relied on my passion my skills perfected My craft rejected my draft in the war of goofys No auto tunes or mumbles T.O.N.E-z You don't really know me You don't really know me You don't really know me So shshshshshsh HUSH You don't really know me "I'm gettin' money though son" Hey You don't really know me So shshshshshsh HUSH These new rappers most aint really rappin' Mostly out here cappin' fake trappin' caught lackin RIP those we've lost to trickery overdoses Gang affiliation "damn" Keeping' these bars simple skills too advanced Most of my bars look up there they are Flyin' over ya cranium strong as adamantium I'm mad nice shun! Lyrically none of these clowns is touchin' me All my bars are tight never my dungarees I'm still cocky lyrically nobody can beat me But still humble as muuuuhhh when you meet me Dudes be claiming I smashed their wify's be clear Ask her yaself she right here (BRUH) The game is the game play it or leave the field Be real You Don't Really Know Me You don't really know me You don't really know me You don't really know me So shshshshshsh HUSH You don't really know me You don't really know me You don't really know me So shshshshshsh HUSH HUSH HUSH HUSH HUSH HUSH HUSH You Don't Really Know Me hahahaha T.O.N.E-z