Don't Know (Luca Brasi 3)

Pardon the body, wide body switching lanes

Difference, me and you are not the same

Keep going, steady ducking methods

Bitch niggas steady throwing at me

Swim through it, going for the cheddar

Big dog running through the letters

Now I got young niggas slanging K's

No mistake, and they know better

Now I got some sons I done raised

White t-shirts, rocking J's

Trap house through a brick a day

I meant to say they be serving J's

Probably do a nine day in rocks

Clear tech ticking, that's a watch

Got that out the work, a cell block

Closed cell restrictions, C-C-R

Still calling shots on the yard

I don't need a rod, I am the rod

Believe in God not a bodyguard

Tatted bad, bought a lotta scars

Cold heart got my body hard

Mills in the lab when I record

M's on the table, got employed

Drop something, perfect timing for it

To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice

You tell me you just burned something, I probably tell you: That's nice

Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicle headlights

Scalp itch while thinking, many might believe that's head lice

Jump out, don't get star-struck, clique out, clip wit'cho car up

Big Gates just gave an order while sipping coffee at Starbucks

Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust

I'm him, got many nicknames, they don't know what to call us

Transforms speak less, yeah

Big drugs, we that, yeah

I bought a loft to chill

She couldn't stay 'cause her pussy was ill

Hit from the back, throw it back, I'm like: Eeh!

Pull her hair, wrap it up in my wrist

Get wit' me, got some money to get

Private driver keep the wheel in the road

X-ray machine trippin' the load

Magnetics, speed thermometer slow

Out in Illinois grabbing 'em whole

On the block, caught a trick for a pole

On your lap, I could hit you wit' dough

On your cap, you get hit for a O

Big bread, holdin' shop in the snow

In the back, catching that at the store

Send money to my niggas for soap

On land, I'm a bless 'em with clothes

Pray to God business never exposed

Everybody living under the code

Real player, I ain't tryna get chose

Many call, few only get those

Lil' raw tryna soak in your nose

Mugged up, kinda show 'em my goals

To hide my scars from the next life, most likely why I dress nice

You tell me you just burned something, I probably tell you: That's nice

Maneuver through the trenches, foreign vehicle headlights

Scalp itch while thinking, many might believe that's head lice

Jump out, don't get star-struck, clique out, clip wit'cho car up

Big Gates just gave her auto, while sippin' coffee at Starbucks

Vacuum-seal it all up, resin resembles sawdust

I'm him, got many nicknames, they don't know what to call us