They Don't Know Songtext
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They Don't Know Songtext
(Tony Coles)
(Ayy, let this shit ride, Ton′)
Gotta take care of shit that you love
Even though it might hurt
All the shit I done did for my city
These niggas still cover my name with the dirt
None of this shit was easy or free
All this shit I got swear it came off of the work
It was days I would hide out and lurk on a nigga
Just tryna come up for a shirt
They don't know bout them nights I was hurting
Tried to work but that shit wasn′t working
They don't know bout them nights I was parked in the car tryna sleep
And they can't traverse it
Hit them licks til them niggas wouldn′t serve me
Tote them sticks even if they was dirty
I nevеr forget that lil silver revolvе
I shot that lil bitch with a purpose
Looked at God every night like he cursed me
Quick to crash so that celly deserved it
Got out on a mission
It′s time to start flipping them pages of life
Never know when they turning
Now I'm turnt and I own on my earnest
Got a son and a daughter they perfect
And don′t want for shit my son ain't even six
And that nigga got more then you niggas that served
Love this live I ain′t gotta go purging
But they keep fuckin round and we swerving
How the fuck can you hate on a nigga that's winning
And know that he really deserve it
Independent ain′t ask for no service
Got this shit out the mud with a purpose
God can take me right now
Don't be sad nigga pop it get racks pour a six of that syrup
Take Care
(Ayy, let this shit ride, Ton′)
Gotta take care of shit that you love
Even though it might hurt
All the shit I done did for my city
These niggas still cover my name with the dirt
None of this shit was easy or free
All this shit I got swear it came off of the work
It was days I would hide out and lurk on a nigga
Just tryna come up for a shirt
They don't know bout them nights I was hurting
Tried to work but that shit wasn′t working
They don't know bout them nights I was parked in the car tryna sleep
And they can't traverse it
Hit them licks til them niggas wouldn′t serve me
Tote them sticks even if they was dirty
I nevеr forget that lil silver revolvе
I shot that lil bitch with a purpose
Looked at God every night like he cursed me
Quick to crash so that celly deserved it
Got out on a mission
It′s time to start flipping them pages of life
Never know when they turning
Now I'm turnt and I own on my earnest
Got a son and a daughter they perfect
And don′t want for shit my son ain't even six
And that nigga got more then you niggas that served
Love this live I ain′t gotta go purging
But they keep fuckin round and we swerving
How the fuck can you hate on a nigga that's winning
And know that he really deserve it
Independent ain′t ask for no service
Got this shit out the mud with a purpose
God can take me right now
Don't be sad nigga pop it get racks pour a six of that syrup
Take Care
Writer(s): Thomas Lee Barrett Jr., Tony Coles Anderson, Xavier Landum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com