Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Know, artist - Benny. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |