[ Featuring Ab-Soul ]
Uh-huh, uh (talk about it)
Yeah, check, huh
And you don't really know me
If you don't know that I had a 300z
With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat
With a broken gas tank that was always on E
(Let's talk about it, talk about it)
(Talk about it, uh, talk about it)
(Talk about it, let's talk about it)
(Talk about it, uh, talk about it)
I used to ride around in section eighty, uh
Pullin' up on niggas that was duckin' me to make sure they would pay me
And if they had a problem it was likely they would fade me
I kept the taper dark just in case they acting shady
Tapping on my twitter tryna get to Tae Beast
Tryna get to Skyehutch hoping they would say he
Good enough to be on TDE
As I swipe the EBT for my momma
Praying that they'll come and save me (let's talk about it)
Nobody did it
So I had to get with Obi, Nnamdi, and Brian to start my own mission
Selling that stuff 'round the way
Just to make a little name on probation
I was big trippin' (huh)
Product of the felonies
Tryna move product ducking broke nigga energy
Tryna be the opposite of broke when they mention me
Then the Z broke down, sheesh, they sleep (let's talk about it)
And you don't really know me
If you don't know that I had a 300z
With no heat and a seatbelt on the seat
With a broken gas tank that was always on E
(Let's talk about it, talk about it)
(Talk about it, uh, talk about it)
(Talk about it, let's talk about it)
(Talk about it, uh, talk about it)
I used to pray that I could spar with Ab-Soul
Me and him on a track for a fact that's goals
Rapping out in front the barbershop
Pressing Obi for the check
Playing Book of Soul passing Half Note
Bad bitches in the whip turning up their nose
They really only came in tryna get a smoke
I used that to try to press play on the floor
But that would never impress and made 'em go (huh)
Threw my ego out the sunroof
That made me change my confidence for humble (let's talk about it)
Threw my ego out the sunroof
And made my mood turn to disgruntled
I almost quit rapping like, like five hundred times
Before I got my first check, I wrote five hundred rhymes
I used to f*ck a couple bitches but none of them dimes
Maybe I was better off tryna run up the crimes, uh
'Cause you don't really know me
If you don't know that I had a 300z
With no heat or a seatbelt on the seat
With a broken gas tank that was always on E
You don't- (let's talk about it), you don't- (talk about it)
You don't- (talk about it), you don't- (uh, talk about it)
You don't- (talk about it), you don't- (let's talk about it)
You don't- (talk about it), you don't- (uh, talk about it)
(Talk about it, talk about it)
(Talk about it, talk about it)
(Talk about it, talk about it)
(Talk about it, talk about it) amen
And you don't really know me
If you don't know I had a Chevy Celebrity (uh)
I got from Mrs. Harris for two-hundred-fifty (dollars)
Barely passed the smog check
But still got from A to B, you see (you don't talk about it)
Before Soundcloud, I was on SoundClick
Backslash Ab The Great, you can google that shit (real shit)
All facts (talk about it)
Had a RadioShack desktop mic that I stole
No pop filter for it (no)
Just a duct tape roll
With a stocking cap around it (whoa)
Recording on ACID Pro 4.0
Illegally downloaded on some kind of bit torrent, yo (talk about it)
Snake Hollywood was the co-producer after toll
Got off of Black Planet
And started planning the solar system of my very own
Broke as a joke (ah-ha)
Nobody laughed at
Working at a record store that my family owned
How ironic is that?
'Cause most of my homies was criminals distributing dope
And I do just that, just in my own way
The differences are the same
And if you were to ask me how, I don't know
How I ended up speaking at Harvard with IDK (Soul)
And you don't really know me, if you don't know
You don't know
Don't know
