You Don't Know - Benny

All this work, and I still ain’t win no Grammy

Thought being that nigga and a chain would make me happy

No sleep, still hit the cooks feeling crappy

Squares at your table, why your circle feeling nappy

I got bags on my eyes, I got bodies on my mind

I got niggas fighting cases, doing real fair time

I got families to feed, I hear voices in my sleep

I got ninety-nine problems and a chop is all I need

Hit the mic and then I sneeze, shit my flow a blessing

Only spit straight facts, I don’t do impressions

Ain’t another nigga like me or could do it better

Shit, rest in peace to all my bros

I hope you’re doing better, gang bitch

You ain’t me, so you won’t know though

How I feel, I’m moving solo

For a minute, I was living in a four-door

Living homeless with no family, that’s the shit you didn’t know though

You ain’t me, you won’t know

In my head, I know I gotta put us on

You might say that I complain, but you don’t know

If you ain’t here like 50 Cent, you don’t know

Tell me can you feel the pain through my songs

Moms crying, feel the pain through the phone

I was down in the rain, me and bros

Us4 be the gang, keep 'em close

Hammer on me, trying to body something just 'cause

Lately it don’t take a lot to get me roughed up

I ain’t even 'pose to be here, but I looked up

It’s fucked up, that’s the reason dad was cuffed up

It sucks, huh, but I’m here I ain’t trippin' on it

Bitch, I got it out the mud, now I’m sippin' on it

On my momma, it ain’t shit to leave a nigga soakin'

Look him in his eyes, and I’m a leave 'em open

Cam told me to be careful 'cause I’m hot now

I’m just tryna stack a little cheese to lay a block down

I’m just tryna stunt on every nigga when I pop out

Knew what I was getting into when I dropped out

You ain’t me, so you won’t know though

How I feel, I’m moving solo

For a minute, I was living in a four-door

Living homeless with no family, that’s the shit you didn’t know though

You ain’t me, you won’t know

In my head, I know I gotta play that song

You might say that I complain, but you don’t know

If you ain’t here like 50 Cent, you don’t know

Shit, I could take it back to so many times

But it’d be hard with all this shit on my mind

Feel like I’m wasting my time

Too cold up and breakin' my spine

Feel niggas steady trying to leech off my grind

Like I ain’t got a momma, or a sister, or a little brother

Or a dad, but I’m feeling like I got 'em covered

Just turnt up, and touched up, I’m just tryna bubble

We turnt up, get burnt up, run up on the gutter

Us4, Big B’s, I don’t trust another

Winning team, now we slidin' with pre-heated ovens

Free my nigga D1, that’s my demon cousin

Makin' slaps in the booth, 'cause the people love it

Life hard, and I struggle just to think straight

But I know that I’m a dog like a

Always up, working early so I sleep late

I’m always out there on my grind, so I eat great

You ain’t me, so you won’t know though

How I feel, I’m moving solo

For a minute, I was living in a four-door

Living homeless with no family, that’s the shit you didn’t know though

You ain’t me, you won’t know

In my head, I know I gotta play that song

You might say that I complain, but you don’t know

If you ain’t here like 50 Cent, you don’t know