I Can't Tell

[Chorus: 211]

You say he a gangster, I can't tell

They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell

Say you got big money, I can't tell

Nigga I can't tell

I can't tell

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

I'm getting money nigga, you can't tell

50 stacks in my pocket from the crack I sell

I got bitches, nigga you can't tell

See my name on her ass, I blew her back out well

Yeah these niggas be killing me, saying they make change

Only knots that you got is up in your shoestrings

Me and 211, nigga we shoot things

Out the Benz on the 10, hogging up 2 lanes

Y'all entrepreneurs, thеm haters hate to see it

[?] evеry nigga wanna be it

Say he got a coupe, but we don't ever see it

Only time that he ball, is only on the weekend

That boy Jay Rock, you know he stay creepin

Behind black tints that he punching on the heater

Back to the bricks, where my homies dwell

[?] shit so swell

[Chorus: 211] x2

You say he a gangster, I can't tell

They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell

Say you got big money, I can't tell

Nigga I can't tell

I can't tell

[Verse 2: 211]

Nigga say he with the business, but I can't vouch

Dude ran like a bitch when the Glock came out

Took 5 to the back when them shots rang out

Talkin bout he from the hood, but he don't hang out

Nigga please, I been banging since Pac came out

[?] black tops [?] layed out

You know the Bloods on deck, if me and Rock came out

Yeah, I hustle up and watch the guap pay out

Aye, Blow the whistle, these niggas ain't official

Subscribe to the magazine and you can get your issue

You know I'm good from [?] to the wood

You can ask about me on every block in the hood

All pussy, you niggas like two dykes

And know he won't bust a grape in a fruit fight

I got a resume in gang bang history

Quit lying to them hoes nigga, you a mystery

[Chorus: 211]x2

You say he a gangster I can't tell

They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell

Say you got big money, I can't tell

Nigga I can't tell

I can't tell

[Verse 3: 211]

Master Kush, Remy Martin and Red Bull

I clown niggas in the streets like a damn fool

Dope boy shit nigga, I get bread too

If I was you and seen me, I'd probably hate too

24 inch wheels Cadillac grills

Authentic with it, nigga I'm mad real

Sit back, let me show you how to stack bills

My niggas ballin in the hood, off of crack deals

Don't go there, nigga ain't from nowhere

Gang banging under false pretense

Cause if you don't make dollars, and it don't make sense

How you wife that bitch and call yourself a pimp?

[?] roll my blunt tight

I live a thug life, counting money all night

Aye, and niggas scared to seen what [?] like

Head coach show the players how to ball right

[Chorus: 211] x2

You say he a gangster, I can't tell

They say you got hoes, dawg I can't tell

Say you got big money, I can't tell

Nigga I can't tell

I can't tell