[Chorus]
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout blood
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout cuz
This the shit that y'all dont eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my n***a don't know nuthin 'bout love
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout nug

[Verse 1: Kenny]
Hard life, that bitch hit me with a hard right (mmh)
Had me , taking more bottles to the head than a bar fight (uh)
It's cool loc, maybe I never needed school oh
Every night sleeping in a new mo'
Worn out shoes with the jook sows (ugh)
Had a bike , The shit was used you know (uh)
Tires all ripped up, couldn't afford new those
So took a few clothes, stuffed it in the tire to fill it out
To tie it down we used rope, you could still see socks and shit spilling out
Man... that didn't work
Turned sad after being mad at first
Plus it took way too much leg strength just to get that shit to move slow
Legs began to hurt

[Chorus]
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout blood
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout cuz
This the shit that y'all dont eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my n***a don't know nuthin 'bout love
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout nug
[Verse 2: Julius]
A Rusty screwdriver in the pocket, I'm walking through the projects
Somebody stole my sister phone
These n***as screw face me, I'mma screw face 'em back
This phillips head finna fill up heads lets get it on
True story
You ever sleep on a third floor of an apartment complex with only two stories?
N***a that's the roof
These n***as don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, fuck it n***a
Fuck it! That's the truth

[Verse 3: Dice]
My jeans under my matress
Maybe they won't be so wrinkled in the morning
Fuck I need some breakfast
That's the first thing I'm thinking in the morning
Got no sugar no butter to go with the grits
Stomach pain fucking shame man I'm sick of this
N***as ain't getting rich but die trying
Put two pennies on the train tracks to get me fifty cent
A good dude but I'm with the shits still a n***a
Hot-wire cars, not talking rentals n***a
I'm talking grand theft , rob a n***a for a G grand theft
Petty theft too, can of ragu up in my coat pocket
When spaghetti is all we had left
Too poor so stressed
Wish I was home more but I'm homeless
Wearing raggedy gear, still tryna get attention from the hoes
Got holes in my clothes, trying not to draw attention to the holes
[Hook]
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout blood
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout cuz
This the shit that y'all dont eeee-ven know nuthin 'bout my n***a don't know nuthin 'bout love
This the shit that y'all don't eeee-ven know nuthin bout my naggi don't know nuthin 'bout nug

[Verse 4: Demetrius]
I lived down the street from my girls ex
He won't stop sending my girl text
So I ran up on him and his best friend on Xmas gave him death threats
You can guess what I did next
I beat his ass on Christmas I ain't tripping 'cause I ain't christian
I'm cripish but I ain't crippin though
I'm just a rider, I put that on my mommy dearest on some mommy dear ish
I'm tryna get this dough
You ever heard of 'em top ramen n***as, who had to write by candle light like Amish n***as?
No food in the fridge and no fucking father figure
The winter cold would freeze the toilet water n***a
I wish the morale of the story is we was victorious and life is glorious with a bitch bad as Tori Brixx
But I sit here before you poor as shit as I'm recording this I ain't a got a quarter to flip
I can't afford rent