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[Intro] Y'all really don't know Uhh, Uhh Y'all really don't know [Hook-AD] Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know [Verse 1-AD] Really don't know what I had to do to get here Devil was pulling me I was tryna steer my sh** clear n***as was hatin' b**hes was plottin' how to fit here Man I swear to god I been through it all f**in' this year Granny got cancer again, my brother facing 10 Alonzo got k**ed, I'll never see his face again And Trinny still Loccin' but he ain't eatin' in the pen My little girl was gettin' older man its time to f**in' win Got twitter verified but f** a blue check And my checking ain't lookin' like its supposed to I'm tired of talkin' about this blue rag n***as turned up when I'm crippin' on the Pro Tools Like I ain't gotta tell it My other sh** ain't valid All up in the gym got me eating only salads Cause image is everything in this industry, thats what they tell me What happened to being real? Rest in peace to Mackaveli, damn... Where-Where is the love Some n***as considered brothers, man they went and turned their back on me When I see um, I don't, know how to act homie Fake friends from the past got a track for me First, now man I got attacks on me I say I'm Hollywood cause I only pick the phone up for one reason Only hit a n***a up to get in Hollywood clubs Man f** all of y'all, f** all of y'all Got a problem with authority so f** all the law No trustin' a b**h, so its f** all ya broads No negative n***as, I cut all of y'all Ridin' through the city, feelin' hoodie, hope you [?] for them haters

Put it all on the line for the grind, minus the paper [Hook-AD] Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know [Verse 2-DJ Paul] Y'all really don't know all the sh** that we went through to create the Three 6 A n***a had to hustle hard, be hard from the start, steal and rob, flip cars, flip coke bricks I wasn't born rich, I was born sick and to the [?] my high school was like academy for hood wars Over 30 million sold Grindin' out of control Still it took us 16 years to get Academy Award Y'all n***as don't wanna pull swords Go to war with us, sh** you can't afford You want the check but your sh** was void I'm the n***a that you need to try to avoid I don't trust you fakers while you all in my face talkin' bout lets get paper What you bringin' to the table cause I know you ain't able In your hood you wear "I'm a snitch" label n***a Y'all really don't know Better ask about me, better ask them n***a rappin' bout me Been a [?] for a reason, these [?] walkin' out the 4 Seasons, b**h braggin' bout me Everyday its check season Everyday I give a n***a reason to hate me, I gotta win Still swim in my old money, make some new money, spend it with my old homies, f** new friends, n***a [Hook-AD] Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know Y'all really don't know