Ya'll Don't Know

[Intro] "We got plenty of money tucked away. Why not invest it? What is the fucking problem? I’ll put the party behind you, and I got friends in high places" "I’m not interested in your friends in high places and I don’t trust politicians" "Well that’s because you still probably think like some schmuck from the streets. I am talking about real money." "This is real money to me. It’s a lot of money. You want any of it?" "Carry that stink of the streets with you the rest of your life." "I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. I like to smell it, it opens up my lungs, and it gives me a hard on." Diabolic Block McCloud Brooklyn Academy Got a Stronghold on the game Poison Pen, what up? C’mon [Verse 1:] I never gave a fuck whether or not I released a record My first priority is what weapon I’d leave you beat to death with So if I don’t seem collected, it’s cause I need your necklace I’d sell it cheap and get chips so I can eat some breakfast Hungry, creeping, reckless when you least expect it It’s part of life, deep embedded, the streets accept it It’s the part of me connected to the part police arrested Hands cuffed, getting snuffed by three detectives I was pre-selected at birth to be the next shit Take what I’ve earned being skeptic and reinvest it The Block pays the price, his watch, days and nights So I’ma raise hell ’til God prays the Christ You’re not made to like, learn and paps raised you right When you’re stopped raise your right, spit in the cops face and fight But paps raised the type swingin’ an ox blade to slice ‘Til your motha screaming ‘Doc save his life!’ Got love and anger, we not thug or gangsta But that don’t mean I won’t pop slugs and shank ya I earned a rep, paid dues, and deserve respect Fuck life, life’s a bitch, so I flirt with death Burn incense in the right lane swerving left Over the edge thinking it’s not worth the stress What am I supposed to do, is what we going through Went from hand skills to stand still and nice knowing you [Hook: Block McCloud & Poison Pen] Y’all don’t know what I’ve gone thru (Not at all) And you don’t really want to (Diabolic pop it off) Cause if I put it on you (Yeeah) That’s my word y’all be gone too (Yeeah, Yeeah) [2X] [Verse 2:] I had a hell of a time growing up excelling in crime Going to Folton coppin’ nicks to sell ‘em as dimes Days were spent helping the grind and staying bent Paper came and went, life stopped making sense My friends I watched them change, they’re not the same Cops just came, they tried snitching, dropping names Their Glocks are aimed to rob your watch and chain Word’s on the street so listen, the Block explains Detained by some cops in the back of a drop G packs in my sock on the way back from the spot Bailed out the jail house, not giving a fuck But I don’t need some P.O. makin’ me piss in a cup By first impression, you’d think I’d learned my lesson Only lesson I learned was stashing the work I’m getting Redefined world is yours, the streets is mine So I’ma be deceased in time to reach my prime Keep in mind, my life’s mad at me and stressed Killing me slowly, the only guarantee is death The games I play got me thinking the same today ‘Bout to aim and spray while drinking the pain away In love with pressure, under too much to measure Running pockets for two pennies to rub together It’s in my blood forever, a permanent part of me What I’ve been through continues, maybe you’ll start to see [Hook]