You Don't Know (feat. S.M.O.O.T.H)
Doctor, can we get a doctor, somebody check his vitals, oh my god
It says he's an amazing rapper
I'm living in a zone, man this zone I'm calling home
I know I'm living blown, know I love ah feelah flown
I fucked up on my phone an now my phone aint calling home
So spent my time just writing raps and now I fill a tome
I'm blowing out the candles as I'm pulling back my bow
I'm drawing evil pictures but I always draw the throne
I'm bringing Letal like the sun I'll hit you the the tone
That mean I'm bringing heat man I bring it to yah bone
Chef up in this kitchen, man I cook it up it much hotter
I'm Smoking on this jay, while I'm sipping on horchata
I'm Chilling up in Maine while I make another dollar
Bitch I keep balling til I'm Gucci in this Prada
Keep a going hard until I flip another product
Drugs is in the bag, now hand me all my profit
You prolly saw this next line like you was a prophet
I planted you a seed then I pulled it out an robbed it
Chef cooking dishes so malicious
Taking pictures, grant yah wishes
End up missing in the distance
Take for instance, an just listen
Fire pistons, scrap the writtens
Stop yah bitchin, quit yah snitchin
Money talks now where's your digits
It says he's an amazing rapper
I'm living in a zone, man this zone I'm calling home
I know I'm living blown, know I love ah feelah flown
I fucked up on my phone an now my phone aint calling home
So spent my time just writing raps and now I fill a tome
I'm blowing out the candles as I'm pulling back my bow
I'm drawing evil pictures but I always draw the throne
I'm bringing Letal like the sun I'll hit you the the tone
That mean I'm bringing heat man I bring it to yah bone
Chef up in this kitchen, man I cook it up it much hotter
I'm Smoking on this jay, while I'm sipping on horchata
I'm Chilling up in Maine while I make another dollar
Bitch I keep balling til I'm Gucci in this Prada
Keep a going hard until I flip another product
Drugs is in the bag, now hand me all my profit
You prolly saw this next line like you was a prophet
I planted you a seed then I pulled it out an robbed it
Chef cooking dishes so malicious
Taking pictures, grant yah wishes
End up missing in the distance
Take for instance, an just listen
Fire pistons, scrap the writtens
Stop yah bitchin, quit yah snitchin
Money talks now where's your digits
Credits
Writer(s): Malachai Hilt
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