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They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be What they don't know is I ain't the one to fuck with, I can't be played We been came with an objective, mean we can't be swayed I know exactly what I want, my mind can't be changed I ain't new to the game, I'm young, but I ain't stuck in no ways Fuck who name is on the bag, you know I gots to get paid You know I come from "if we don't buy now, we gon' do layaway" Me said, "I'm good with my money so get the fuck out my way" I know exactly who eatin' and how much food on my plate I know advance from a budget, record at home, I don't touch it Real nigga in my veins, half of me tellin' me, "Fuck it" Run the money, blow that shit, where’s that burner shit? Flush it You came a ways from construction, you were so close to destruction So what the fuck is the money? That shit ain’t up for discussion You got enough to feed the whole hood, put chains on they stomach So spend that shit 'til you plummet You from the hood, you supposed to Fuck them niggas, get everything that they owe you They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be Letras de cancionesThey don't know who we be Look, what they don't know is Struggle runnin' adjacent to niggas like it's a track meet Niggas want [?] and money, I've never been no Gatsby Five on the tank with my mans just for the gas fee Dope in my Vans, cash in my pants, this from last week Wiggle with our hands, and they work, get your ass beat Surrounded by hood rat hoes, it's no vasties They don't wanna see a nigga when I'm Bobby Lashley They don't wanna see a nigga shine, they want me ashy "Now tell me what they gave you in advance," is what they ask me "Tell me that you looked out for your mans," is what they ask me "You Illuminati, devil got you by your ass, beat You a different nigga, you forgot we shared a class, see... I knew when you got money, you'd be actin' different How could I expect you be a man if your daddy missin' You ain't no chosen one, you ain't no son of Kendrick You ain't had no pot to piss in, now you suby, pockets glisten I know niggas like you, I know niggas spite you You ain't put no niggas on, hope your hand bite you I hope label drop you, I hope label take your chain We ain't talk in a minute, that's a goddamn shame My mentality got me fucked up, I should've been where you is If I had the same opportunities, I'd be too big Niggas lookin' at you, you ain't know, you must be stupid This jealousy is power, you a lie, you a flu, bitch Fuck you, SwaVay, fuck DOLO, fuck your new bitch Fuck the car you bought, you's a opp, fuck your new crib Fuck your management, fuck your friends, fuck your Instagram If you die today, on mommy 'n them, I would not give a damn You a representation of all these rap niggas Rep the hood, matter of fact, you would never look back, nigga You ain't real, you ain't for the culture, you ain't no black nigga Your new shit lame, back in the day, you was that nigga Rappin' bout–" They don't know– From Letras Mania