You Will Never Know
Not every man was born the same
I was born in the game
You wasn't forced to the pain, so
What you trying to gain
Is it love (Is it love)
Is it respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don't love you now)
I don't know what you had to struggle for
What you keep fronting for
All the shit I had to hustle for
Shit you keep stunting for
But you don't really, really know, my nigga
You don't really, really know, my nigga
You will never know, my nigga
But keep going, my nigga
I was born uptown with the hoodrats
Moved to DG where you walk and look back
Other niggas had to grow up where they cook crack
But you think you down when you bumpin' DMX singing
Where the motherfuckin' hood at
You oblivious to the sounds of a wood crack
'Cause you got marble floors, take a look Jack
Niggas died over the Jays that you took back
All the shit you know you only seen in clips
Put on a blue collar if you trying to move a brick
I know niggas who couldn't write a script
The only type of movie that they shot was a clip
Look, niggas trying to get rich
You only ask pops for a whip, he got six
Look, I lost my job over this
Real recognize real, so I'm blind to your shit
Nigga
Not every man was born the same
I was born in the game
You wasn't forced to the pain, so
What you trying to gain
Is it love (Is it love)
Is it respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don't love you now)
I don't know what you had to struggle for
What you keep fronting for
All the shit I had to hustle for
Shit you keep stunting for
But you don't really, really know, my nigga
You don't really, really know, my nigga
You will never know, my nigga
But keep going, my nigga
I keep my distances from having interventions
With these fuckin' homo sapiens not trying to see us make it
'Cause then we makin' it
Middle finger to the haters that don't wanna see us fly like Arabians
And middle finger to the hoes that be faking it
Trying to get away with it
Just a matter of time before I put my city on the waiting list
Those who didn't help create the bridge
Gotta pay to cross, now
Those who real with me, deal with me, steal with me
A be the ones on round tables that'll eat with me
Those who take from me, show me that they ain't hungry
A be the ones I feed 'em bones, tell them eat pussy
Those who real with me, deal with me, steal with me
A be the ones on round tables that'll eat with me
Those who take from me, show me that they ain't hungry
A be the ones I feed 'em bones, tell them eat pussy
Nigga
Not every man was born the same
I was born in the game
You wasn't forced to the pain, so
What you trying to gain
Is it love (Is it love)
Is it respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don't love you now)
I don't know what you had to struggle for
What you keep fronting for
All the shit I had to hustle for
Shit you keep stunting for
But you don't really, really know, my nigga
You don't really, really know, my nigga
You will never know, my nigga
But keep going, my nigga
I was born in the game
You wasn't forced to the pain, so
What you trying to gain
Is it love (Is it love)
Is it respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don't love you now)
I don't know what you had to struggle for
What you keep fronting for
All the shit I had to hustle for
Shit you keep stunting for
But you don't really, really know, my nigga
You don't really, really know, my nigga
You will never know, my nigga
But keep going, my nigga
I was born uptown with the hoodrats
Moved to DG where you walk and look back
Other niggas had to grow up where they cook crack
But you think you down when you bumpin' DMX singing
Where the motherfuckin' hood at
You oblivious to the sounds of a wood crack
'Cause you got marble floors, take a look Jack
Niggas died over the Jays that you took back
All the shit you know you only seen in clips
Put on a blue collar if you trying to move a brick
I know niggas who couldn't write a script
The only type of movie that they shot was a clip
Look, niggas trying to get rich
You only ask pops for a whip, he got six
Look, I lost my job over this
Real recognize real, so I'm blind to your shit
Nigga
Not every man was born the same
I was born in the game
You wasn't forced to the pain, so
What you trying to gain
Is it love (Is it love)
Is it respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don't love you now)
I don't know what you had to struggle for
What you keep fronting for
All the shit I had to hustle for
Shit you keep stunting for
But you don't really, really know, my nigga
You don't really, really know, my nigga
You will never know, my nigga
But keep going, my nigga
I keep my distances from having interventions
With these fuckin' homo sapiens not trying to see us make it
'Cause then we makin' it
Middle finger to the haters that don't wanna see us fly like Arabians
And middle finger to the hoes that be faking it
Trying to get away with it
Just a matter of time before I put my city on the waiting list
Those who didn't help create the bridge
Gotta pay to cross, now
Those who real with me, deal with me, steal with me
A be the ones on round tables that'll eat with me
Those who take from me, show me that they ain't hungry
A be the ones I feed 'em bones, tell them eat pussy
Those who real with me, deal with me, steal with me
A be the ones on round tables that'll eat with me
Those who take from me, show me that they ain't hungry
A be the ones I feed 'em bones, tell them eat pussy
Nigga
Not every man was born the same
I was born in the game
You wasn't forced to the pain, so
What you trying to gain
Is it love (Is it love)
Is it respect (Is it respect)
Is it street cred from a set (All for that streets)
Recognition from the vets
Listen dawg you took the wrong steps
(They don't love you now)
I don't know what you had to struggle for
What you keep fronting for
All the shit I had to hustle for
Shit you keep stunting for
But you don't really, really know, my nigga
You don't really, really know, my nigga
You will never know, my nigga
But keep going, my nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Cook, Terry Ngala
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