Know My Name

You don't know my name
You only know my gang

I used to pack an extra lunch when I would go to school
Dreams of saving up for things to make a nigga cool
So I️ would sell the extra lunch to save and get some shoes
It ain't always bout what you sellin bruh it's how you move
You niggas pitiful, you ain't an individual
It's super critical to not do what these niggas do
The devil temptin me so I️ turn down the temperature
I️ paint a picture you can see this ain't literature
I'm never givin up you know I'm always puttin down
So if you ain't gettin down then get the fuck from round
And if you ain't from the town, you prolly stuck around
To be around a bunch of real niggas that always put it down
Yeah I know I️ be the truest niggas call me truman
You lookin for a handout but who the, are you man
And why you thinkin you so tough when you still a human
I'm always spitting that flame like I️ are some cumin

You see me rollin thru the city, in my whip
With click thinkin that we really on some other shit
Nah
Cuz you don't know my name, you only know my Gang
Yeah
So now I'm yoasted wit the homies sippin 40s and a shorty
Say she wanna get to know me but I'm sorry uhh
Cuz you don't know my name, you only know my gang



Credits
Writer(s): Mychael Mendoza
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