Barely Know My Name lyrics

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look sh*t like the sh*t I been through
Lotta sh*t going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n*ggas don't know my hurt, n*ggas don't know my pain
n*ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
n*ggas wanna know what I spent on the Wraith
Hating n*ggas make me wanna spit in they face
Mozzy my brother, sucker I'll smother
Never treat a b*tch better than my mother
[?] butterfly
Still screaming f*ck the other side
I cried when my grandmama died
A week later, my other grandmama died
The type of sh*t that'll make you commit suicide
I gotta keep the hammer in the ride
n*ggas talking bout [?]
n*gga better off taking [?]
Chopper got a hundred [?]
I was f*cking on my cousin's b*tch
She was f*cking me cause I was rich
I was f*cking her cause she was thick
[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look sh*t like the sh*t I been through
Lotta sh*t going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n*ggas don't know my hurt, n*ggas don't know my pain
n*ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Grew up in the struggle, blew up off a bubble
Shout out to the ones that intredused me to the hustle
[?] everything trouble
But I promis not to fumble, get money, remain humble
[?]
Mini AR in the pink dolphin duffle
Scrape you with the K, for thinking we gon scuffle
Sware to god a n*gga die last time I chucked him
If he ain't family orianted, then f*ck him
f*cking with them suckers [?]
[?] I f*ck around with the [?]
n*ggas say they love me, but they don't know [?]

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look sh*t like the sh*t I been through
Lotta sh*t going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n*ggas don't know my hurt, n*ggas don't know my pain
n*ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name
[Verse 3: Celly Ru]
They a stranger to the pain and a n*gga feelings
They tryna kill him, I'm tryna take off the cieling
Tryna get a million, these n*ggas all in they feelings
Looking like a million, that really be how I'm feeling
They don't know the sh*t a n*gga been through
Tryna eat a n*gga, put them suckers on the menue
Tryna give back all the love that they give Ru
Do anything for my brother, he know that it ain't sh*t fool
[?]
[?] would've done the same if I ain't have it on me
Thought you was my brother, it was love, sh*t what happen homie?
I was just trappin, getting dollars off this rappin homie
I ain't trippin
It ain't on me, just know that I ain't slippin
When I dropped the n*gga, he ain't probably living
[?] speak on it ever, I'm that kind of n*gga
Go by myself, but if you with me, just be quiet n*gga

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look sh*t like the sh*t I been through
Lotta sh*t going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n*ggas don't know my hurt, n*ggas don't know my pain
n*ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name
[Verse 4: Lil B]
I'm tryna be philthy rich like Philthy Rich
Get rich or die trying b*tch, like 50 Cent
[?] tryna leave the streets smoking
Shout out to North Ocland, we cliqued up
Everything a gamble, n*gga put your chips up
I know the Base God, but that's another note
Shout out to Mozzy, Sacromento selling dope
Shout out to Joe Blow, and Mista F.A.B
Everything on a b*tch, I don't catch cabs
Everything out of struggle, n*ggas disrespect me, I'm knocking at your mother door
I done bounced back, [?]
[?] lose a b*tch
I don't give a sh*t
Take losses, cried tears, then I buy guns
Never talk, never snitch, [?]

[Chorus: Mista F.A.B.]
You see [?] that's what I tend to
Cause I ain't trippin on what other men do
I don't look sh*t like the sh*t I been through
Lotta sh*t going on [?]
See all ya'll worried about is the money and the fame
The cars and the clothes, the hoes and the chains
n*ggas don't know my hurt, n*ggas don't know my pain
n*ggas sware that they know me, they bairly know my name