Lyrics You Don't Know - Benny

You Don't Know

All this work, and I still ain’t win no Grammy
Thought being that nigga and a chain would make me happy
No sleep, still hit the cooks feeling crappy
Squares at your table, why your circle feeling nappy
I got bags on my eyes, I got bodies on my mind
I got niggas fighting cases, doing real fair time
I got families to feed, I hear voices in my sleep
I got ninety-nine problems and a chop is all I need
Hit the mic and then I sneeze, shit my flow a blessing
Only spit straight facts, I don’t do impressions
Ain’t another nigga like me or could do it better
Shit, rest in peace to all my bros
I hope you’re doing better, gang bitch
You ain’t me, so you won’t know though
How I feel, I’m moving solo
For a minute, I was living in a four-door
Living homeless with no family, that’s the shit you didn’t know though
You ain’t me, you won’t know
In my head, I know I gotta put us on
You might say that I complain, but you don’t know
If you ain’t here like 50 Cent, you don’t know
Tell me can you feel the pain through my songs
Moms crying, feel the pain through the phone
I was down in the rain, me and bros
Us4 be the gang, keep 'em close
Hammer on me, trying to body something just 'cause
Lately it don’t take a lot to get me roughed up
I ain’t even 'pose to be here, but I looked up
It’s fucked up, that’s the reason dad was cuffed up
It sucks, huh, but I’m here I ain’t trippin' on it
Bitch, I got it out the mud, now I’m sippin' on it
On my momma, it ain’t shit to leave a nigga soakin'
Look him in his eyes, and I’m a leave 'em open
Cam told me to be careful 'cause I’m hot now
I’m just tryna stack a little cheese to lay a block down
I’m just tryna stunt on every nigga when I pop out
Knew what I was getting into when I dropped out
You ain’t me, so you won’t know though
How I feel, I’m moving solo
For a minute, I was living in a four-door
Living homeless with no family, that’s the shit you didn’t know though
You ain’t me, you won’t know
In my head, I know I gotta play that song
You might say that I complain, but you don’t know
If you ain’t here like 50 Cent, you don’t know
Shit, I could take it back to so many times
But it’d be hard with all this shit on my mind
Feel like I’m wasting my time
Too cold up and breakin' my spine
Feel niggas steady trying to leech off my grind
Like I ain’t got a momma, or a sister, or a little brother
Or a dad, but I’m feeling like I got 'em covered
Just turnt up, and touched up, I’m just tryna bubble
We turnt up, get burnt up, run up on the gutter
Us4, Big B’s, I don’t trust another
Winning team, now we slidin' with pre-heated ovens
Free my nigga D1, that’s my demon cousin
Makin' slaps in the booth, 'cause the people love it
Life hard, and I struggle just to think straight
But I know that I’m a dog like a
Always up, working early so I sleep late
I’m always out there on my grind, so I eat great
You ain’t me, so you won’t know though
How I feel, I’m moving solo
For a minute, I was living in a four-door
Living homeless with no family, that’s the shit you didn’t know though
You ain’t me, you won’t know
In my head, I know I gotta play that song
You might say that I complain, but you don’t know
If you ain’t here like 50 Cent, you don’t know