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Uh huh uh (Talk about it) Yea, check And you don’t really know me If you don’t know that I had a 300z With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat With a broken gas tank that was always on E (Let's talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it, no) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Let's talk about it) (Talk about it, no) (Talk about it) I used to ride around in section eighty, uh Pullin up on niggas that was duckin’ me to make sure they would pay me And if they had a problem it was likely they would fade me I kept the taper dark just incase they acting shady Tapping on my twitter trynna get to Tae Beast Trynna get to Skyehutch hoping they would say he Good enough to be on TDE As I swipe the EBT for my momma Praying that they’ll come and save me (talk about it) Nobody did it Letras de cancionesSo I had to get with Obi, Nnamdi, and Brian to start my own mission Selling that stuff around the way just to make a little name on probation I was big trippin’ (huh) Product of the felonies Trynna move product ducking broke nigga energy Trynna be the opposite of broke when they mention me Then the Z broke down sheesh they sleep (talk about it) And you don’t really know me If you don’t know that I had a 300z With no heat and a seatbelt on the seat With a broken gas tank that was always on E (Let's talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it, no) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Let's talk about it) (Talk about it, no) (Talk about it) I used to pray that I could spar with Ab-Soul Me and him on a track for a fact that’s goals Rapping out in front the barbershop Pressing Obi for the check Playing Book of Soul passing Half Note Bad bitches in the whip turning up their nose They really only came in trynna get a smoke I used that to try to press play on the floor But that would never impress and made them go (huh) Threw my ego out the sunroof That made me change my confidence for humble Threw my ego out the sunroof And made my mood turn to disgruntled I almost quit rapping like like five hundred times Before I got my first check I wrote five hundred rhymes I used to fuck a couple bitches but none of them dimes Maybe I was better off trynna run up the crimes, uh Cause you don’t really know me If you don’t know that I had a 300z With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat With a broken gas tank that was always on E (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (You don’t) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) (Talk about it) And you don’t really know me If you don’t know I had a Chevy Celebrity I got from Mrs. Harris for two hundred fifty Barely passed the smog check but still got from A to B, you see (You don't talk about it) Before Soundcloud I was on SoundClick Back slash Ab The Great you can google that shit (real shit) All facts (talk about it) Had a RadioShack desktop mic that I stole No pop filter for it (no) Just a duct tape roll With a stocking cap around it (woah) Recording on ACID Pro 4.0 Illegally downloaded on some kind of bit torrent, yo (Talk about it) Snake Hollywood was the co-producer at the toll Got off of Black Planet and started planning the solar system of my very own Broke as a joke (ah ha) Nobody laughed at Working at a record store that my family owned How ironic is that? Cause most of my homies was criminals distributing dope And I do just that just in my own way The differences are the same And if you were to ask me how I don’t know how I ended up speaking at Harvard with IDK (soul) And you don’t really know me, if you don’t know (You don’t know) (Don’t know) From Letras Mania