Nobody Knows

Niggas rap about bars and cars
This for state niggas that's behind bars with scars
Fucking up, fuck, fuck
Hold on, hold on I got you
Yeah, yeah

Lost inside my humble abode, I seen it all from my front steps
Fiends givin' head, ghetto birds flyin' round til their suspect's dead
I seen my first pair of titties, puts some hair on my chest
I'm well respected in my city, but I'm never a guest
I'm always chasing capital, you just chasin' the check

I'm extremely observant but I'll never confess
I'm banging on the MPK, my mom's telling me I gotta rest
My pen to the pad, applying great pressure like a diamond on a neck
But it's more like a foot in their ass, so it's no need for a vest
I'm doin'g what I love, fuck your special request
The things I never had, I never once felt bad
Just made time speed up and turned me into a man

Niggas rap about bars and cars
This for my state niggas behind bars with scars
P.I.A. boots, foot cronos, walking the yard
With Dolce & Gabbana dreams working off a vanilla card
Paying for champagne parties, and they blah
Fuck, I had that shit man
I got you though, hold on
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You got ten pairs of 500 dollar Jordans
You got a fly sweatsuit, but at the bus stop, I see what's important
Never talk to me, I don't wanna be a bee
Flying around singing songs like this shoulda been me
Mad at the kids like y'all always in need
Always on the gram, scrolling looking through the feeds
Mad at work, so I'm looking on Indeed
No job no hope man, where the fuck the weed

You losing to the game, toast to the champ's pain
Leave the gossip to the women, homie tighten up your game
Million dollar thoughts need actions with the brain
Just make a move homie, hold it down like your main
Danny Lugo, the way I gain from the pain
I haven't met an obstacle, I never overcame
Never mind the situation, wise minds never change
Do this every day, cause the great don't complain

Uh, uh, and how you liking that? And how you liking that? Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas rap about bars and cars
This from my state niggas behind bars with scars
P.I.A. boots, foot cronos, walking the yard
With Dolce & Gabbana dreams working off a vanilla card
Paying for champagne parties, and they daughter first car
Keep a bad bitch at a family visit, chili soup stacked to the.

Can we just start that over, bro