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RiCH MAN DREAMS (i)
IDK feat. Ab‐Soul
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Uh-huh, uh (talk about it)
Yeah, check
Huh, 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, uh, talk about it)
(Talk about it, let's talk about it)
(Talk about it, uh, talk about it)
I used to ride around to Section 80, 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 in case they acting shady
Tapping on my Twitter, tryna get to Tae Beast
Tryna get to Skye Hutch, hoping they would say he
Good enough to be on TDE, as I swipe the EBT
For my mama, praying that they'll come and save me (let's talk about it)
Nobody did it
So 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
Tryna move product ducking broke nigga energy
Tryna be the opposite of broke when they mention me
Then the Z broke down sheesh they sleep (let's talk about it)
Huh, 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, uh, talk about it)
(Talk about it, let's talk about it)
(Talk about it, uh, 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 tryna 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 (let's talk about it)
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 tryna run up the crimes, uh
Huh, '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, uh) you don't (talk about it)
You don't (talk about it) you don't (let's talk about it)
You don't (talk about it, uh) 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 (ay) talk about it (man)
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
Backslash, 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 (whoa)
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-ah) 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)
Yeah, and y'all don't really know me if you don't know
You don't know
Don't know