I Don't Know Feat Aspk & Fleetwood
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I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I I guess I'm I Everything I spit, it be like money, man Make it so much, you should call me money man And why everybody wanna profit off me What the f**k y'all thought the recipe was free Them days is over with I need some microphone if you want me to spit Blood on gorilla, Skrilla Control destinies around me How the f**k you think I got the name Recipe Then ran a few more streets with them JT's And them Messi's But I'm underrated, traveled A rocky road, the greatest story not told I got your attention, so let's watch it unfold I guess I f**kin' fuse an indie or a major Got a new album all day, get you some of this recipe flavor Off top, 15 beat a beat Knocked off half if you bring the new TC I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I guess I'm I My mind blank, I don't know what to think Gas in my tanks, f**kin' loud with a blunt full of dink Thoughts come and go like b*****s and bros Friends and foes, you never know who they are Until they steppin' on toes, grippin' that rope You lose trust, you lose hope But I guess that's the way it goes sometimes, who knows These days just ain't the same Through time, the money, the f**k From dark to sunny, the highs, the lows A lost and changed, it's strange how the future arranged Keep up the pace, stay in your lane Maintain the struggle, the pain embedded in your brain Everything turned out to be the same What changed? Humanity's insane You can't believe most of them is tame No equal exchange, the people, the names The vision through the people, the dreams But you thought this was a game Gangsta rapper raised me in a home of independents That's four n****s had a budget, and they didn't know how to spend them Four cases was pending, and we prayed the violence ceased That's that West Coast country boy from them Bay Area streets That's my hitman, Sleegram, and Killer Keese Kool Nut, Johnny Cash, Pac, y'all please rest in peace The industry owe us, let me get that back pay So I can start a foundation for Mr. C. and Mack Drake The best form of a compliment, it come in imitation Now everybody know they sold, our style crossed the nation We laced up by them pimps, players, and them hustlers Feel on stem, rubber ham, Mac Miller's the headbusters We never did love her, taught the spotter undercover The part we cut from is where bosses come from We just lost another one just before the sun dropped They ain't coming no way, don't nobody call no cops The place called the bay, I pray the youngins get old Pop taught me the code, way back on Harbor Road Turn back the hands of time, and I was sure of that Man, they keep on asking me, can the bay come back Can the bay come back Just don't move, just don't move
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