Understand Me
(Jwestbeats)
Ayy, Elaye, you countin' up
Ayy, Foreign
My heart, it love, so why the fuck would I hate?
They try to tell me open up, but I don't have what it take
Them doctors try to save my brother, but the shit was too late
My birthday August 22nd, bitch, we ain't get no cake
They try to tell me that I'm stupid, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
Them teachers kick me outta school because I couldn't behave
Ayy, nine-to-five I'm steady working, bitch, I feel like a slave
Can't tell me shit, don't know my pain
Ayy, that's my blood in them cages
I say them folks don't understand me, ain't walked a mile in my shoes
You ain't seen the shit I did, and you don't what I know
Don't understand me, ayy, this the struggle for real
My momma in there fucking stressing 'cause she late on the bills
But you go step like you don't care, bitch, you showed me the truth
I speak my pain to these tracks now talk yo' shit in the booth
If we ain't never had shit, bitch, we always had a roof
I see new people come around, now put yourself up to use
They criticize me talking down, but these folks don't know shit
I'm out them projects out that gutta, out the 4-block them bricks
You stole some money, hoe, you tweaking, what, you thought you was slick?
Move to the A 2015, bitch, we was bummed with shit
My eyes is hurting, bitch, it's bleeding from the things I done seen
I'm seventeen taking these drugs I mix that Sprite with some lean
I went to school, them bitches laughing I got two pair of jeans
2011, lost my cousin, left her dead on the scene
In this pain, it never go-oh
I'm down on my last, I'm feeling low-oh
They don't even know what they did to me
Life is just a game to me
My heart, it love, so why the fuck would I hate?
They try to tell me open up, but I don't have what it take
Them doctors try to save my brother but the shit was too late
My birthday August 22nd, bitch, we ain't get no cake
They try to tell me that I'm stupid, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
Them teachers kick me outta school because I couldn't behave
Ayy, nine-to-five I'm steady working, bitch, I feel like a slave
Can't tell me shit, don't know my pain, ayy, that's my blood in them cages
I say them folks don't understand me, ain't walked a mile in my shoes
You ain't seen the shit I did, and you don't what I know
Don't understand me, ayy, this the struggle for real
My momma in there fucking stressing 'cause she late on the bills
Ayy, Elaye, you countin' up
Ayy, Foreign
My heart, it love, so why the fuck would I hate?
They try to tell me open up, but I don't have what it take
Them doctors try to save my brother, but the shit was too late
My birthday August 22nd, bitch, we ain't get no cake
They try to tell me that I'm stupid, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
Them teachers kick me outta school because I couldn't behave
Ayy, nine-to-five I'm steady working, bitch, I feel like a slave
Can't tell me shit, don't know my pain
Ayy, that's my blood in them cages
I say them folks don't understand me, ain't walked a mile in my shoes
You ain't seen the shit I did, and you don't what I know
Don't understand me, ayy, this the struggle for real
My momma in there fucking stressing 'cause she late on the bills
But you go step like you don't care, bitch, you showed me the truth
I speak my pain to these tracks now talk yo' shit in the booth
If we ain't never had shit, bitch, we always had a roof
I see new people come around, now put yourself up to use
They criticize me talking down, but these folks don't know shit
I'm out them projects out that gutta, out the 4-block them bricks
You stole some money, hoe, you tweaking, what, you thought you was slick?
Move to the A 2015, bitch, we was bummed with shit
My eyes is hurting, bitch, it's bleeding from the things I done seen
I'm seventeen taking these drugs I mix that Sprite with some lean
I went to school, them bitches laughing I got two pair of jeans
2011, lost my cousin, left her dead on the scene
In this pain, it never go-oh
I'm down on my last, I'm feeling low-oh
They don't even know what they did to me
Life is just a game to me
My heart, it love, so why the fuck would I hate?
They try to tell me open up, but I don't have what it take
Them doctors try to save my brother but the shit was too late
My birthday August 22nd, bitch, we ain't get no cake
They try to tell me that I'm stupid, bitch, I'm stuck in my ways
Them teachers kick me outta school because I couldn't behave
Ayy, nine-to-five I'm steady working, bitch, I feel like a slave
Can't tell me shit, don't know my pain, ayy, that's my blood in them cages
I say them folks don't understand me, ain't walked a mile in my shoes
You ain't seen the shit I did, and you don't what I know
Don't understand me, ayy, this the struggle for real
My momma in there fucking stressing 'cause she late on the bills
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Westlake, Slatt Zy
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