I Ain't Know
Yo, I ain't know, I ain't know that I can spit it this slow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can go with this flow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can do it like this
Missing pieces to my puzzle now I'm finding da bits
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can spit it this slow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can go with this flow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can do it like this
Missing pieces to my puzzle now I'm finding da bits
I ain't know that I can go with this style
But shit has been quite a while since I wrote it all down
Practicing remembering my rhymes, don't know how
Cause I been getting too high, Got my head stuck in da clouds
Well Shit, that was cliche but what more can we say
Talking bout us rappers, nowadays it's all replay
So who da fuck hold weight, if niggas can't upgrade
From they trash bars, like they stuck on downgrade
Got these niggas salty, I'm being minded, they poultry
No need to go all 40, I stay alert, no coffee
I'm just rhyming, no story, it's so simple
How I kill all these niggas softly
And start a ripple, kill em all around
Lay a nigga down, they ain't fucking with a nigga now
Fucking with a nigga, huh
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grinding
You know what I'm saying
Legally and illegally
I ain't know that I can spit it this slow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can go with this flow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can do it like this
Missing pieces to my puzzle now I'm finding da bits
I ain't know
I ain't know how you know
I ain't know how you know
I ain't know how you know
I had to let da beat go
To let you niggas know that I could go off da top of da dome
But you don't, I won't remember this interlude
Don't ask me to spit at you
I didn't have time just to make this shit lyrical
I recorded in intervals, I'm feeling invincible
I'm more than original
Tell me straight, fuck the subliminals
Young Don, tell em man, what you got yourself into dude
What you got yourself into dude
Shit, I ain't know
I made my dreams physical, started ritual
Don't tell em everything in interviews, reaching my pinnacle
I'm nothing near typical, analytical
I see good through y'all despicables
I ain't know there was so many fictionals
Niggas in this world, that shit made me hurl
Now I'm doing all these curls
That's all I got
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can go with this flow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can do it like this
Missing pieces to my puzzle now I'm finding da bits
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can spit it this slow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can go with this flow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can do it like this
Missing pieces to my puzzle now I'm finding da bits
I ain't know that I can go with this style
But shit has been quite a while since I wrote it all down
Practicing remembering my rhymes, don't know how
Cause I been getting too high, Got my head stuck in da clouds
Well Shit, that was cliche but what more can we say
Talking bout us rappers, nowadays it's all replay
So who da fuck hold weight, if niggas can't upgrade
From they trash bars, like they stuck on downgrade
Got these niggas salty, I'm being minded, they poultry
No need to go all 40, I stay alert, no coffee
I'm just rhyming, no story, it's so simple
How I kill all these niggas softly
And start a ripple, kill em all around
Lay a nigga down, they ain't fucking with a nigga now
Fucking with a nigga, huh
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grinding
You know what I'm saying
Legally and illegally
I ain't know that I can spit it this slow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can go with this flow
I ain't know, I ain't know that I can do it like this
Missing pieces to my puzzle now I'm finding da bits
I ain't know
I ain't know how you know
I ain't know how you know
I ain't know how you know
I had to let da beat go
To let you niggas know that I could go off da top of da dome
But you don't, I won't remember this interlude
Don't ask me to spit at you
I didn't have time just to make this shit lyrical
I recorded in intervals, I'm feeling invincible
I'm more than original
Tell me straight, fuck the subliminals
Young Don, tell em man, what you got yourself into dude
What you got yourself into dude
Shit, I ain't know
I made my dreams physical, started ritual
Don't tell em everything in interviews, reaching my pinnacle
I'm nothing near typical, analytical
I see good through y'all despicables
I ain't know there was so many fictionals
Niggas in this world, that shit made me hurl
Now I'm doing all these curls
That's all I got
Credits
Writer(s): Dontae Cochran
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