Lyrics Don't Know - Merky Ace, Jack Mason

Don't Know

While they was struggling on one
I made two or should I say three
It’s easy for me
AON, PYP and FT
I just glide to the bass and make CDs
I’ve got grime fans catting out like fiends
I’ve got fiends catting out like grime fans
And I’ve got both that want
Blue Battlefield CDs and a gram
It’s way too real what I spit
Man think that it can’t be real
How this likkle yout ain’t been killed
Touch wood on the handle of my steel
I said I touch wood on the handle of my steel
I’ll smash man’s head off the wheel
Beep, how does interior feel?
You interior squeal, you can get squashed
You don’t know about that
You can’t relate to the real on track
That’s the only reason you can have
You think I’m wack
You don’t know about that
You can’t relate to the real on track
That’s the only reason you can have
You think I’m wack
Yeah, you don’t know about that
Trap all day, you don’t know about that
Out here getting this scrilla, you don’t know about that
Shots go boom, you don’t know about that
This year, I want more, you don’t know about that
Aim and bang, you don’t know about that
That, that, that
Westlife, not west coast, you don’t know about that
You don’t know
What it gets like
Laid out in the rain, no mud gutter
Man ah get cold wet batty from on a pushbike
Man ah weren’t tricking on no half pipe
I was getting sales from left to right
I was getting shots from Adam and Ry
New to the game, no choice but try
Chilling in the trap house feeling hype
So I got fresh air when I linked that guy
Don’t move bait but not too sly
Cause the floor’s got ears and the wall’s got eyes
Wherever there’s shit, it will attract flies
So know how you’re moving, get streetwise
If you don’t know about that
When you get locked up, you will realise
You don’t know about that
You can’t relate to the real on track
That’s the only reason you can have
You think I’m wack
You don’t know about that
You can’t relate to the real on track
That’s the only reason you can have
You think I’m wack
Yeah, you don’t know about that
Trap all day, you don’t know about that
Out here getting this scrilla, you don’t know about that
Shots go boom, you don’t know about that
This year, I want more, you don’t know about that
Aim and bang, you don’t know about that
That, that, that
Westlife, not west coast, you don’t know about that
Media wanna hate me like Balotelli
Don’t wanna see my boat on the telly
But they can’t stop me, I’m always ready
I pray for the opps cuh I’ve got a big semi
Gyal ah had a big butt, but it was smelly
And she had a big belly
I weren’t on any
Got a darkskin slim ting, me and her steady
I’ve got my mojo back
Never lost it, what’d you mean, get it back?
Hold tight Ego, that’s my brudda
And hold tight Faze cuh that’s my akh
Always peak, FT on track
When the big ting’s on my waist, trust, I don’t lack
I spend money, I get it back
You spend your money on gyal and 'gnac
You spend your money on, money on qualude
You’re soon gonna be on shit and crack
You’ve got a rich mummy, you’re so ungrateful
Me?
I came from the gutter and stacked
I pray to the devil when I get a loose shot
Like «please don’t let his phone be tapped»
If you ain’t out here
You won’t know about that
You don’t know about that
You don’t know about that
You don’t know about that
You don’t know about that
You don’t know about that
You can’t relate to the real on track
That’s the only reason you can have
You think I’m wack
You don’t know about that
You can’t relate to the real on track
That’s the only reason you can have
You think I’m wack
Yeah, you don’t know about that
Trap all day, you don’t know about that
Out here getting this scrilla, you don’t know about that
Shots go boom, you don’t know about that
This year, I want more, you don’t know about that
Aim and bang, you don’t know about that
That, that, that
Westlife, not west coast, you don’t know about that