Hook:
They don't know.
They don't know, I said that.
They don't know.
They don't know, no.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
Verse:
One time for the mad rapper.
One time for the fake trapper.
Talk about a track record, I'm about to lap em.
Round of applause, I don't really want to clap em.
He think he about to blow, but he don't really know that.
New school, but the bars stay throwback.
I ain't saying that I'm better than the old.
All I'm really saying is that I'm coming for the gold.
Don't tell me what you think boy, tell me what you know.
Words so bold when it hit em like, whoa.
Whoa, hit em like whoa.
Coming with the heat, but the flow stay cold.
Chill mother fucker, real mother fucker.
Coming through yo ville, never kill.
Tryna heal mother fucker.
Man they need to let me in, but the all cliqued up.
They ain't got the flame, need to get biced up.
Hook:
They don't know.
They don't know, I said that.
They don't know.
They don't know, no.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
Verse Two:
Now ya wonder what ya did wrong sleeping on a futon.
Waking up to mom in the kitchen cutting coupons.
Pondering, how she gone make it through the month off of $55 and a hand full of blunts.
This ain't what you want man, this ain't what you want.
So you hustle hustle hustle just to make it through the month.
Too tired like a crotch rocket man I'm exhausted.
Money in my pocket, man I damn near lost it.
Life is a game, and I ain't on the roster.
Life of pain turn my ass into a monster.
Hunger in my soul.
Grind on my mind.
Let my mind go, like I'm running out of time.
Tell me what you want kid.
Tell me how feel.
Tell me what's the deal, is it really really real.
Tell me what you want kid.
Tell me how feel.
Tell me what's the deal, is it really really real.
Hook:
They don't know.
They don't know, I said that.
They don't know.
They don't know, no.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
They don't know, why.
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020