VERSE: I was gone go at her neck Til she spoke now I'm like uh oh I like girls from the hood Maybe cuz my mama cut throat I know that where she from Ain't worth more than who she love My patnas found they wife in church Ima find her in the club Hold on. Hold on. Hold on Hold on 'fore you get to judging me Let me complete my last sentence These bars don't you give you custody Ima free man I freelance Off freelance Be tweakin On weekends But you don't even know me What up? HOOK: You dont even know me what up? You dont even know me what up? You dont even know me what up? You dont even know me what up? VERSE: I'm ridin in the car While my homie smokin uh oh I love the smell of weed Even tho I never sm-oke I know that how it smell Very well just might offend ...offend "I still dont smoke but i smell like my friends" - Saba Hold on. Hold on. Hold on Hold on 'fore you get to judging me Let me complete my last sentence These bars don't you give you custody Ima free man I freelance Off freelance Be tweakin On weekends But you don't even know me What up? VERSE: It's some people in this world that See a man and be like uh-oh Or girl But they don't know That Girl They just Grab stones and hurl So I wrote this write here So that we could be clear You can't tell a fruit is bad unless you Touch or come near See it's the same with me You see Im cool with all the gangstas You think Ima g I love my family So where they be ats Where Ima be And commonly Round some ganja leaf And hood girls with no Theology