Don’t Know Me lyrics

[Intro: Hit Boy & Dom Kennedy]
Yeah, yeah
Backwood's lit, I'm lit too
AY AY AY AY
Its massive up here right now
HB87, O.P.M
Yeah, f*ck what yall on
Yeah

[Verse 1: Hit Boy]
Don’t know me for doing sh*t
Rapping better than these n*ggas
Dressing better than these n*ggas
Finessing better than these n*ggas
Look, I live it how you never could all you need to know
Paid dues, I hate rules so I made my own
Pushing on a open road fighting off sleep
5am whipping solo until I eat
Major key don’t play me for cheap
Until you step it up n*gga don’t play me a beat
That was said to me
The reason why my heart turned zero degrees
Now the chain on my chest that’s my rosary
Don’t get it f*cked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t pass the fly
You fishing for lies
I’m a black panther with his fist in the sky
Even with a neuralizer ain’t no clear in my mind
Backspace on the bullsh*t
Flow like a preacher reading scriptures from the pulpit
Somebody daughter getting baptized in Molly water
Swimming in sand through them Hollywood parties
That’s the price of a missing father, distance momma
Two things she know best di*k and drama
Fighting at the family reunion over the clobber
Got a LA b*tch that’ll fight you over the Dodgers
Baby bust it open for a million followers
But we need orders to suite please make it bottleless
I got it bruh
Need more OGs to chop it up
Damn we gotta to get our knowledge up
Chasing dollars bruh
Need big cream
We got big teams
Applying big schemes
Yeah we gotta get this quick cream
Half-a-mil nothing less
Half-a-mil no stress
The family straight n*gga pick up your weight
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Don’t know me for doing sh*t
But I’m rapping better than these n*ggas
Dressing better than these n*ggas
Finessing better than these n*ggas
I rep 3 letters, cashmere sweater
Left side for my car key
A SS on my large tee
So what’s the talking about
I live it how you never could I’m gone keep it blunt
Aston Martin’s and Corvette’s parked in the front
No fronts this time n*ggas gotta pay
On my king size sh*t need a lot of space
In the the Prada bubble coat get a lot of hate
Running with pretty hoes in a lot of states
What’s all the talking about
They got silencers for that
But keep it real I be modest on the track
But don’t me a favor
Don’t me a favor
Look, I’ll be good anyway
The new turbo might drop any day
Keep your ear to the beat n*ggas
Half-a-mil on repeat n*gga
Don’t get your ass beat on assumptions
Your bathtub yellow my G
I mean I don’t take you n*ggas that seriously
I mean these n*ggas talking to the wrong dudes
Ask Snoop Dogg about me n*gga Daz too
Might let Korupt do my ab-libs
He’ll say f*ck all these busters
TSA pre-checks sped off through customs
Two in Miami yes indeed I crushed them
If you want to run a fade with me it’s nothing
I’m on king like every other day
In the 6-1 people ask if it’s a trade
More into the details into the females
I don’t have time to wait
I haven’t seen my gold Rollie in 2 years
Backstage bottles with tequila few beers
Coors Light I’m a real one
Look like she got double Ds let me feel one
West coast hall of fame member I’m still one
East coast n*ggas say Dom keep it real son
Rap my old sh*t to Nas
Royalty checks like Wyclef and (?)
You ain’t never seen 100 Gs
Marble all in the shower she don’t wanna leave
House party all girls and a lot weed
Courtesy of Half-A-Mil
[Outro: Dom Kennedy]
Don’t know me for doing sh*t
But I’m rapping better than these n*ggas
Dressing better than these n*ggas
Finessing better than these n*ggas
For real