Know Nuthin ’Bout lyrics

[Chorus]
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout blood
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout cuz
This the sh*t that y'all dont eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my n*gga don't know nuthin 'bout love
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout nug

[Verse 1: Kenny]
Hard life, that b*tch hit me with a hard right (mmh)
Had me , taking more bottles to the head than a bar fight (uh)
It's cool loc, maybe I never needed school oh
Every night sleeping in a new mo'
Worn out shoes with the jook sows (ugh)
Had a bike , The sh*t was used you know (uh)
Tires all ripped up, couldn't afford new those
So took a few clothes, stuffed it in the tire to fill it out
To tie it down we used rope, you could still see socks and sh*t spilling out
Man... that didn't work
Turned sad after being mad at first
Plus it took way too much leg strength just to get that sh*t to move slow
Legs began to hurt

[Chorus]
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout blood
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout cuz
This the sh*t that y'all dont eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my n*gga don't know nuthin 'bout love
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout nug
[Verse 2: Julius]
A Rusty screwdriver in the pocket, I'm walking through the projects
Somebody stole my sister phone
These n*ggas screw face me, I'mma screw face 'em back
This phillips head finna fill up heads lets get it on
True story
You ever sleep on a third floor of an apartment complex with only two stories?
n*gga that's the roof
These n*ggas don't know what the f*ck I'm talking about, f*ck it n*gga
f*ck it! That's the truth

[Verse 3: Dice]
My jeans under my matress
Maybe they won't be so wrinkled in the morning
f*ck I need some breakfast
That's the first thing I'm thinking in the morning
Got no sugar no butter to go with the grits
Stomach pain f*cking shame man I'm sick of this
n*ggas ain't getting rich but die trying
Put two pennies on the train tracks to get me fifty cent
A good dude but I'm with the sh*ts still a n*gga
Hot-wire cars, not talking rentals n*gga
I'm talking grand theft , rob a n*gga for a G grand theft
Petty theft too, can of ragu up in my coat pocket
When spaghetti is all we had left
Too poor so stressed
Wish I was home more but I'm homeless
Wearing raggedy gear, still tryna get attention from the hoes
Got holes in my clothes, trying not to draw attention to the holes
[Hook]
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout blood
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout cuz
This the sh*t that y'all dont eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my n*gga don't know nuthin 'bout love
This the sh*t that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout nug

[Verse 4: Demetrius]
I lived down the street from my girls ex
He won't stop sending my girl text
So I ran up on him and his best friend on Xmas gave him death threats
You can guess what I did next
I beat his ass on Christmas I ain't tripping 'cause I ain't christian
I'm cripish but I ain't crippin though
I'm just a rider, I put that on my mommy dearest on some mommy dear ish
I'm tryna get this dough
You ever heard of 'em top ramen n*ggas, who had to write by candle light like Amish n*ggas?
No food in the fridge and no f*cking father figure
The winter cold would freeze the toilet water n*gga
I wish the morale of the story is we was victorious and life is glorious with a b*tch bad as Tori Brixx
But I sit here before you poor as sh*t as I'm recording this I ain't a got a quarter to flip
I can't afford rent