You Wouldn't Understand (feat. Victoria Monet)

Yea

Harlem

Bronx

Brooklyn

Let’s make a bet, I know the reason you ain’t make it yet

You say you stacked but you ain’t seen the tedious ingredients

That go inside of a ride, you huntin’ for problems then

You never knew how to make dollars

You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's

I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle

Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty no tint

Rollie on wrist, gleamin' he rock the baldy

Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey

Cop chocolate tie, burnin' style and burn it down

My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out

20 years gettin' money in the dirty south

That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude

So I'm yellin' free my nigga

My nephew godfather Mali, he jammed up too

For what his hands usually call for but he ain’t do it

You are in the recipe of what I am

Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand

What I’ve been

And what I do, no matter how you try you’ll never can

Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand

What I’ve been

What I’ve been

You ever been on the end of a robber’s revolver?

Not me, call me lucky Nas casa lina

All but shot and the medulla oblongata

And survived to praise God, with a bullet I’ve never collided

Some did and they lived, I salute the guys

My west spillin’ splash my mistake off my 10 booth for ya

Ny nigga, Adidas

Joggin’ suit, shell toes, slim fly nigga

Hudson river, rent a boat

T shirt with a dinner coat

A Venice villa like I’m the ghost of Demetrio

Or any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle

Like an old BK gangsta but I’m the CEO of Nasty Minds Enterprises

Master mind, made men

My success in balances, loyalty, great friends

Dedication hall up, routine builds character

In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers

Never make choices out of desperation

I think through it, break through walls like Pink Floyd

And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all

Vinyards in France, yacht out in Cannes

You are in the recipe of what I am

Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand

What I’ve been

And what I do, no matter how you try you’ll never can

Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand

What I’ve been

What I’ve been

Now halla at a millionaire

Only he brought an automat, decided which one to wear

Who to screw, what to drive

5-50 with the creamed guts inside

Or that super range sports truck that’s fly

Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire bitch

God’s honest I don’t really trust this guy

Spent a couple bucks tonight on bottles and cuties

And she beautiful, the lustle type. I hit it and bust inside

Fuck it, I’m a diamond date

They gon probly make that day a holiday

Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree

Lookin’ for my real niggas, only OG’s

Certified, who kill niggas, who put in that seat

But tonight we on chill nigga

Chill mo, spill mo space

Listen to Jeezy and ho, sha Rosay

It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes

So tonight we gonna act like we on vacation

We do this on rotation

You are in the recipe of what I am

Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand

What I’ve been

And what I do, no matter how you try you’ll never can

Cuz where I’m from and what I see you wouldn’t understand

What I’ve been

What I’ve been

For my hood niggas

To my man Eric B, what up?

Yea

The whole city, I see you

To my man Big Slate in the fed joint

My man Spark

Free my niggas

All my niggas

Yea

Club Vernon

I see you

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I see you