Really Don’t Know (89)

[Intro: AD]

Y'all really don't know

Uhh, Uhh

Y'all really don't know

[Chorus: AD]

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 shit clear

Niggas was hatin' bitches was plottin' how to fit here

Man I swear to god I been through it all fuckin' this year

Granny got cancer again, my brother facing 10

Alonzo got killed, 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 fuckin' win

Got twitter verified but fuck a blue check

And my checking ain't lookin' like its supposed to

I'm tired of talkin' about this blue rag

Niggas turned up when I'm crippin' on the Pro Tools

Like I ain't gotta tell it

My other shit 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 niggas 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 nigga up to get in Hollywood clubs

Man fuck all of y'all, fuck all of y'all

Got a problem with authority so fuck all the law

No trustin' a bitch, so its fuck all ya broads

No negative niggas, 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

[Chorus: AD]

Y'all really don't know

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

Y'all really don't know all the shit that we went through to create the Three 6

A nigga 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 niggas don't wanna pull swords

Go to war with us, shit you can't afford

You want the check but your shit was void

I'm the nigga 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 nigga

Y'all really don't know

Better ask about me, better ask them nigga rappin' bout me

Been a [?] for a reason, these [?] walkin' out the 4 Seasons, bitch braggin' bout me

Everyday its check season

Everyday I give a nigga reason to hate me, I gotta win

Still swim in my old money, make some new money, spend it with my old homies, fuck new friends, nigga

[Chorus: AD]

Y'all really don't know