Don't Know Me

[Intro: Hit Boy & Dom Kennedy] Yeah, yeah Backwood's lit, I'm lit too AY AY AY AY Its massive up here right now HB87, O.P.M Yeah, fuck what yall on Yeah [Verse 1: Hit Boy] Don’t know me for doing shit Rapping better than these niggas Dressing better than these niggas Finessing better than these niggas Look, I live it how you never could all you need to know Paid dues, I hate rules so I made my own Pushing on a open road fighting off sleep 5am whipping solo until I eat Major key don’t play me for cheap Until you step it up nigga don’t play me a beat That was said to me The reason why my heart turned zero degrees Now the chain on my chest that’s my rosary Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight Tell your neighbor to take his hand out the collection plate Or get struck down by the hand of God Damn if I ain’t pass the fly You fishing for lies I’m a black panther with his fist in the sky Even with a neuralizer ain’t no clear in my mind Backspace on the bullshit Flow like a preacher reading scriptures from the pulpit Somebody daughter getting baptized in Molly water Swimming in sand through them Hollywood parties That’s the price of a missing father, distance momma Two things she know best dick and drama Fighting at the family reunion over the clobber Got a LA bitch that’ll fight you over the Dodgers Baby bust it open for a million followers But we need orders to suite please make it bottleless I got it bruh Need more OGs to chop it up Damn we gotta to get our knowledge up Chasing dollars bruh Need big cream We got big teams Applying big schemes Yeah we gotta get this quick cream Half-a-mil nothing less Half-a-mil no stress The family straight nigga pick up your weight [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] Don’t know me for doing shit But I’m rapping better than these niggas Dressing better than these niggas Finessing better than these niggas I rep 3 letters, cashmere sweater Left side for my car key A SS on my large tee So what’s the talking about I live it how you never could I’m gone keep it blunt Aston Martin’s and Corvette’s parked in the front No fronts this time niggas gotta pay On my king size shit need a lot of space In the the Prada bubble coat get a lot of hate Running with pretty hoes in a lot of states What’s all the talking about They got silencers for that But keep it real I be modest on the track But don’t me a favor Don’t me a favor Look, I’ll be good anyway The new turbo might drop any day Keep your ear to the beat niggas Half-a-mil on repeat nigga Don’t get your ass beat on assumptions Your bathtub yellow my G I mean I don’t take you niggas that seriously I mean these niggas talking to the wrong dudes Ask Snoop Dogg about me nigga Daz too Might let Korupt do my ab-libs He’ll say fuck all these busters TSA pre-checks sped off through customs Two in Miami yes indeed I crushed them If you want to run a fade with me it’s nothing I’m on king like every other day In the 6-1 people ask if it’s a trade More into the details into the females I don’t have time to wait I haven’t seen my gold Rollie in 2 years Backstage bottles with tequila few beers Coors Light I’m a real one Look like she got double Ds let me feel one West coast hall of fame member I’m still one East coast niggas say Dom keep it real son Rap my old shit to Nas Royalty checks like Wyclef and Pras You ain’t never seen 100 Gs Marble all in the shower she don’t wanna leave House party all girls and a lot weed Courtesy of Half-A-Mil [Outro: Dom Kennedy] Don’t know me for doing shit But I’m rapping better than these niggas Dressing better than these niggas Finessing better than these niggas For real