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They Don't Know
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Ayy, Billy, is that you? Yeah
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I'm involved, no question
They reckon the G's dem causin' mayhem
Ridin', we step with sticks like cavemen
Flat heads flat, I'll put you flat on the pavement
My phone's ringin', it's shorty tellin' me, "We got reservations"
Funny the five-O wanna detain me
Same time, the fans want entertainment
I'm involved heavy, armed and ready and man get pressy
Bro touch chest, don't do it with leggies
Man gะตt lifted, see you on telly
See D, so I'm givin' her rough
Thะต five-O still want me in cuffs
While fans want me tourin' on a bus
Which option would you want?
They want music, they want the truth
You say you're slidin', I want the proof
They want me in the back of the four-door
The fans want me in the booth
They want tunes, I want new boots
They wanna see new video shoots
Fuck all the chat, we pressurin' yutes
They ain't done shit since we got down
They ain't been on it for ages
Samurais and gauges, per-per-perfect aimings
Rise up high and we aim for faces
Don't trip, better tie up your laces
Bait, do it in public places
How much juice been left on pavements?
This for the fans that are diggin' the music
I respect it, so I do it
It's the 'hood that I'm tryna break through in
Same way you're crop if the door ain't movin'
Ever been in two minds just stuck?
Few guns up, which one am I choosin'?
Fill-fill-fill the clip to the tip with bine
Grip yours and don't be loosin'
This for the fans that want me to rap more
I ain't finished taggin', I still gotta rap more
Cats want the crumbs that fall on the trap floor
Jakes at the front door, I'ma fly out the backdoor
Talk 'bout Fields, we done took that tour
Chillin' with them, I catch corn
They run, but they claim that we're at war
So what's all the verbal attacks for?
This for the G's who ain't on roads no more
If you're locked up, then bang your door
Turn it up, red do off a opp more
Listen up, can you hear what I'm sayin'?
Free Stally, flyin' 'em daily
Crash love touchin', don't know about safety
My heart's hundred, no maybe
So I'm all in for the A-team
For the A-team, I'm all in, so I'm lettin' it ring
They-they don't know what pressuring is
They don't know about steppin' with it
Still-still-still-still do it on 'peds
But the blendin' stuff looks better in whips
Still do it in the 'Rex, the blendin' stuff looks better in the kitch'
The way I'm in still studio pepperin' hits couldn't tell I'm still measurin' glitz
Rain or sunshine, never really cared about weather on trips
Chunk on the glizzy, elephant clips, put it on, that's everyone hit
I'm blacked out like the reverend is
Send shots like the president did
That L was a myth, but it comes with grindin'
Take the L, I'ma make me a flick
What you know about skrr and skid?
Thermal just showin' up reds, so now I'm tryna find a way in
We're takin' these crops, it's us for the win
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