PRAAAHHH

You don't really know me
You don't really know me
You don't really know me
So shshshshshsh HUSH

Do ya thang queen ya king's stakin' loafs
Clyde & Bonnie trips out to Abu Dhabi
Martin & Gina ya wifes staring
Pardon my features
Meaning my looks my ora my energy
Buckle up pucker up
Trolls pull up knuckle up
Ex chics DM'n peace sayonara
Curriculum is success that's our alma mater
Yall like rumors and gossip son I be clownin' that
You wanna build and get money mami I'm down with that
Getcha yap on getcha speak on
I'm chillin' supa dupa fly gettin' my freak on
As a youngin I was told I wouldn't be nothing no support
Or backing relied on my passion my skills perfected
My craft rejected my draft in the war of goofys
No auto tunes or mumbles T.O.N.E-z

You don't really know me
You don't really know me
You don't really know me
So shshshshshsh HUSH

You don't really know me
"I'm gettin' money though son" Hey
You don't really know me
So shshshshshsh HUSH

These new rappers most aint really rappin'
Mostly out here cappin' fake trappin' caught lackin
RIP those we've lost to trickery overdoses
Gang affiliation "damn"
Keeping' these bars simple skills too advanced
Most of my bars look up there they are
Flyin' over ya cranium strong as adamantium
I'm mad nice shun!
Lyrically none of these clowns is touchin' me
All my bars are tight never my dungarees
I'm still cocky lyrically nobody can beat me
But still humble as muuuuhhh when you meet me
Dudes be claiming I smashed their wify's be clear
Ask her yaself she right here (BRUH)
The game is the game play it or leave the field
Be real You Don't Really Know Me

You don't really know me
You don't really know me
You don't really know me
So shshshshshsh HUSH

You don't really know me
You don't really know me
You don't really know me
So shshshshshsh HUSH

HUSH
HUSH
HUSH
HUSH

HUSH
HUSH
You Don't Really Know Me
hahahaha
T.O.N.E-z