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