Really Don’t Know (89)

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[Intro: AD] Y'all really don't know Uhh, Uhh Y'all really don't know [Chorus: AD] Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know [Verse 1: AD] Really don't know what I had to do to get here Devil was pulling me I was tryna steer my shit clear Niggas was hatin' bitches was plottin' how to fit here Man I swear to god I been through it all fuckin' this year Granny got cancer again, my brother facing 10 Alonzo got killed, I'll never see his face again And Trinny still Loccin' but he ain't eatin' in the pen My little girl was gettin' older man its time to fuckin' win Got twitter verified but fuck a blue check And my checking ain't lookin' like its supposed to I'm tired of talkin' about this blue rag Niggas turned up when I'm crippin' on the Pro Tools Like I ain't gotta tell it My other shit ain't valid All up in the gym got me eating only salads Cause image is everything in this industry, thats what they tell me What happened to being real? Rest in peace to Mackaveli, damn... Where-Where is the love Some niggas considered brothers, man they went and turned their back on me When I see um, I don't, know how to act homie Fake friends from the past got a track for me First, now man I got attacks on me I say I'm Hollywood cause I only pick the phone up for one reason Only hit a nigga up to get in Hollywood clubs Man fuck all of y'all, fuck all of y'all Got a problem with authority so fuck all the law No trustin' a bitch, so its fuck all ya broads No negative niggas, I cut all of y'all Ridin' through the city, feelin' hoodie, hope you [?] for them haters Put it all on the line for the grind, minus the paper [Chorus: AD] Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Y'all really don't know all the shit that we went through to create the Three 6 A nigga had to hustle hard, be hard from the start, steal and rob, flip cars, flip coke bricks I wasn't born rich, I was born sick and to the [?] my high school was like academy for hood wars Over 30 million sold Grindin' out of control Still it took us 16 years to get Academy Award Y'all niggas don't wanna pull swords Go to war with us, shit you can't afford You want the check but your shit was void I'm the nigga that you need to try to avoid I don't trust you fakers while you all in my face talkin' bout lets get paper What you bringin' to the table cause I know you ain't able In your hood you wear "I'm a snitch" label nigga Y'all really don't know Better ask about me, better ask them nigga rappin' bout me Been a [?] for a reason, these [?] walkin' out the 4 Seasons, bitch braggin' bout me Everyday its check season Everyday I give a nigga reason to hate me, I gotta win Still swim in my old money, make some new money, spend it with my old homies, fuck new friends, nigga [Chorus: AD] Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know