I Don’t Know lyrics
by Rick Ross
[Hook]
Now I don't know what you been told about me
(I don't know what you thought but the real is)
But I don't take no sh*t from no n*gga
(At all n*gga, no exception, homeboy)
And I wonder what my kids think about me
If I went to jail
(If I had to, would you love me)
'Cause I had to kill me a n*gga
[Verse 1]
Aye, I'm hoping for the best, tryna dodge the stress
But sometimes that just ain't the way that it go
Hey, if a n*gga pull up on me at the light and it's a choppa in sight
Felon or not, bet I be lettin' it go
I gotta make it back home
Major need me to cut his cartoons on
My baby Deyjah catchin' feelings 'bout everything, she sensitive
And King love money
I need to show him how to get it then
Domani need me to tell 'em
You wanna rap, then take it serious then
Play thing it never been
All I did was get it in
Nique-Nique need a n*gga to know what a real n*gga is
Messiah need me to show him how I broke a deal
So imagine if I went and got killed
Get real, n*gga
And you know everyday we out here in the field
Gettin' it how we live
f*ck a record deal
Put my money with yo money
All we do is get mo money
But you know what I gotta do when someone trying to take it from me now
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Disrespect me and we have to shoot it out in the street
f*ck it, that's just how that sh*t have to be
I gotta drum on the C
So the carpet spit 50 at least
Message to all who wanna see me deceased
Come and get you a piece
You think I'm poutin' n*gga
Slice me and eat
Boy ain't went one day out my life I was sweet
Except for to her
See she need me to keep it Couture
And buy her all the fancy sh*t she prefer
She ain't get it though
But you gotta play yo part for a n*gga though
f*ck a b*tch, stay away from them n*ggas though
'Cause you gon' have me kickin' in a n*gga door
Wavin' pistols, f*ck you n*gga
b*tch go get yo sh*t, let's go
Or do you need me to let you go
Find a rich n*gga, buy a house, so I can move next door
Sit there and watch yo new husband as he pull out the garage
Watch you tip toe in that door, so I can give you this rod
You so impressed with them n*ggas
You know this ain't no faćade
I'll pull my tech on them n*ggas
And get 'em closer to God
You say I find the worst in er'ythang I see
But I love hard
That's somethin' you know about me
Girl you know about me, aye
[Hook]
[Outro]
You know what I'm sayin'
I know I had a lot of f*cked up sh*t goin' on in my life
And this sh*t, god damn
It's in my head and in my heart, man
It ain't on me, it's in me
You know what I'm sayin'?
And and maybe I haven't developed enough
To where I can communicate in a way that'll keep me
From doing somethin' that'll trip my life off the streets, my n*gga
So if separation is the best then
I respectfully say I love you to god damn death
And all my children
If I have to dome me a n*gga out here
Please just come see me, man
When you can, man
Lemme see my grand kids
But I'll be gotdamned
If a maf*cka' take you from me, man
I put my maf*ckin' life on that
Kill or be killed, n*gga