[Intro: Drake]

Yeah...

9th Wonder!

Don't judge me, man

They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic

They say we lack substance

Me, Tay, and eL 'bout to prove 'em wrong though

[Chorus: Drake]

Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love

You think we out smoking and drinking, love

Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

We know how you speculate

Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date

Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

[Verse 1: Drake]

They don't be saying that I'm humble, or I'm hella nice or that I've been approached to sign to Roc-A-Fella twice

They just tell you all the rumors they heard and we laugh soon as you come and "Tell Me," like Amel and Bryce

My groove theory is that–when you too cheery, they try to bring you down to the level they at

Well, when they are all unhappy, then it gets a little sticky, that's why I am Little Nicky to these devils in rap

But, uh, they ain't thinking Drake is smart, girl

Nah, they probably think I'll break your heart, girl

Ha-heh, I can't lie, you probably right about it

And if you give me the ass quick, I'll probably write about it

But I hate it when they judge me on how I sound, I mean, I spit that influential shit from my town

I don't know why you sitting on the couch when you see I got a bed, bring your ass here and lie down

You think taking your purse off, will lead to me, you taking shirts off and then your skirt off

At least I got status, because I could've been a local emcee, and you probably would've been worse off

So I'ma take this hat off and I'ma hit it till I'm back soft

And then I backs off

'Cause you thinking you can predict what happen

You the reason I'm thinking I'm getting sick of rappin'

[Chorus: Drake]

Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love

You think we out smoking and drinking, love

Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

We know how you speculate

Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date

Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

[Verse 2: Phonte]

You probably think I walk around with my gun tucked

And swang dick to these hoes like nunchucks

Well, you can think what you want, but

I think you've been watching too much 'BET: Uncut'

You need to get real and check out my real life

I ain't a tip-drill, don't care what it smell like

But if you feel like putting all your notions aside

And talking to a real nigga, I'd gladly oblige (C'mon)

First name Phonte, I'd be pleased to date ya, college educated, got degrees and papers

But I'm from the South, where if you ain't snapping, or rapping 'bout trapping, you's a freak of nature

Such an anomaly, speak so well and talk so college-y, such an astonishing

Contrast to all the bullshit you've been following on behalf of them, I offer my apologies

Maybe with me, you'll unlearn

Putting all niggas in a box of concerns

Peeped, 'cause I ain't dumb, shit, I'm well-read like sunburn

And after me, you'll never leave no stone unturned

[Chorus: Drake]

Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love

You think we out smoking and drinking, love

Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

We know how you speculate

Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date

Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

[Verse 3: eLZhi]

Yeah, they say you never judge a book by it's cover

Though you appear as materialistic, just like the others

So I followed your words, to take 'em in

And I don't see what you saying, so they coming off paper-thin

That's when I felt that I would need to

Do more than just look you up and down to see if I could read you

And try to get inside your head, only

Not just stick my fingers in your middle to get you to spread for me

So what I learned on my path to discover?

Your story took one ugly turn after another

I saw we wasn't on the same page

I would've gave you strong play, but your words rubbed me the wrong way

So now, I'm closing the case

You only out for the paperback, that's written all over your face

No, eL will never judge a book by it's cover

Until he seen what was in between and looked at what lies up under

[Chorus: Drake]

Ugh, we know what you're thinking, love

You think we out smoking and drinking, love

Pushing big whips, chains clinking, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me

We know how you speculate

Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date

Claim we're early and be showing up extra late, love

But you don't really know me like you think ya know me