Don't Know - Merky Ace, Jack Mason

While they was struggling on one

I made two or should I say three

It’s easy for me

AON, PYP and FT

I just glide to the bass and make CDs

I’ve got grime fans catting out like fiends

I’ve got fiends catting out like grime fans

And I’ve got both that want

Blue Battlefield CDs and a gram

It’s way too real what I spit

Man think that it can’t be real

How this likkle yout ain’t been killed

Touch wood on the handle of my steel

I said I touch wood on the handle of my steel

I’ll smash man’s head off the wheel

Beep, how does interior feel?

You interior squeal, you can get squashed

You don’t know about that

You can’t relate to the real on track

That’s the only reason you can have

You think I’m wack

You don’t know about that

You can’t relate to the real on track

That’s the only reason you can have

You think I’m wack

Yeah, you don’t know about that

Trap all day, you don’t know about that

Out here getting this scrilla, you don’t know about that

Shots go boom, you don’t know about that

This year, I want more, you don’t know about that

Aim and bang, you don’t know about that

That, that, that

Westlife, not west coast, you don’t know about that

You don’t know

What it gets like

Laid out in the rain, no mud gutter

Man ah get cold wet batty from on a pushbike

Man ah weren’t tricking on no half pipe

I was getting sales from left to right

I was getting shots from Adam and Ry

New to the game, no choice but try

Chilling in the trap house feeling hype

So I got fresh air when I linked that guy

Don’t move bait but not too sly

Cause the floor’s got ears and the wall’s got eyes

Wherever there’s shit, it will attract flies

So know how you’re moving, get streetwise

If you don’t know about that

When you get locked up, you will realise

You don’t know about that

You can’t relate to the real on track

That’s the only reason you can have

You think I’m wack

You don’t know about that

You can’t relate to the real on track

That’s the only reason you can have

You think I’m wack

Yeah, you don’t know about that

Trap all day, you don’t know about that

Out here getting this scrilla, you don’t know about that

Shots go boom, you don’t know about that

This year, I want more, you don’t know about that

Aim and bang, you don’t know about that

That, that, that

Westlife, not west coast, you don’t know about that

Media wanna hate me like Balotelli

Don’t wanna see my boat on the telly

But they can’t stop me, I’m always ready

I pray for the opps cuh I’ve got a big semi

Gyal ah had a big butt, but it was smelly

And she had a big belly

I weren’t on any

Got a darkskin slim ting, me and her steady

I’ve got my mojo back

Never lost it, what’d you mean, get it back?

Hold tight Ego, that’s my brudda

And hold tight Faze cuh that’s my akh

Always peak, FT on track

When the big ting’s on my waist, trust, I don’t lack

I spend money, I get it back

You spend your money on gyal and 'gnac

You spend your money on, money on qualude

You’re soon gonna be on shit and crack

You’ve got a rich mummy, you’re so ungrateful

Me?

I came from the gutter and stacked

I pray to the devil when I get a loose shot

Like «please don’t let his phone be tapped»

If you ain’t out here

You won’t know about that

You don’t know about that

You don’t know about that

You don’t know about that

You don’t know about that

You don’t know about that

You can’t relate to the real on track

That’s the only reason you can have

You think I’m wack

You don’t know about that

You can’t relate to the real on track

That’s the only reason you can have

You think I’m wack

Yeah, you don’t know about that

Trap all day, you don’t know about that

Out here getting this scrilla, you don’t know about that

Shots go boom, you don’t know about that

This year, I want more, you don’t know about that

Aim and bang, you don’t know about that

That, that, that

Westlife, not west coast, you don’t know about that