SMOKE

You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla on the speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hating and the popping
nigga you don't know me
Quit telling niggas you're my partner
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it moving
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't tripping but the truth is
Really you don't know me
If you gotta call me T.I.
Then you don't know me
You be hating and I see why
'cause you don't know me

I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'm a real OG
I've been trapping shooting pistols since I stood four feet
So while you nigga's acting bad, you're gonna have to show me
You're gonna make me bring a Chevy to a real slow creep
My nigga's hanging out the window, mouth full of gold teeth
When the gun's start popping, wonder when it's gonna cease
Cap'll hit you on the side and create a slow leak
We've been in the speculation 'cause today we're gonna see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hating on me
I give a fuck about the feds investigation on me
I don't care they're at my shows and they're waiting on me
I'm gonna keep a flossy popping long as to is on the beat
Tell police that I ain't stopping I'mma keep it in the streets
Contrary to your believes, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck your thoughts and your feelings, nigga you don't know me.