Nobody Knows

Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
I packed an eleven, Packed an eleven
Packed an eleven
Bryan habana
I run the streets but my niggers demons
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
This game got too many players
Most of them playing themselves
HHey!
Their music crowding the shelves
HHey!
Meanwhile my foot on the gas Gas!
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Hell no!
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Hell No! woo!
No doubt this game ima run it
Young nigga came up from nothing
Running this ain’t this ironic
Y’all on my neck like a violin
I pull up i shoot, that’s violence
I pull up i shoot, that’s violence
Kagakaga
I said i do this for mama
I said it i do this for mama
Mama!
Oooooh
Mmmmh
Oooooh
Mmmmh
Hey!
This game got too many playrs
Most of them playing themselvs
HHey!
Their music crowding the shelves
HHey!
Meanwhile my foot on the gas
Hell No!
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Hell no!
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Hell no!, ooow!
I never changed i’m the beast in a cage
Kings to your gods and i’m still not holy
I was in the bottom, spent hours in the bottom
Writing dope rhymes no fans no handouts
But look who’s here now
Niggers wanna be i
Never had a plan b
I was always for what they said i couldn’t be
Never sold dreams coz i only had one
Now i’m too hunnid
King to your gods nigga laugh when i farted
They said i could’t do it now i do this everyday shit is like chores
I make my niggers kings and your Og’s pissed
I’m closed fist, rap is my knuckles
I kill them on the mic and give a moment of silence
Mean on the mic, i say what i mean on the mic
I rhyme and rap stupid
I was Ming on the mic
Did it on my ain’t no hell for me
This game got too many players
Most of them playing themselves
HHey!
Their music crowding the shelves
HHey!
Meanwhile my foot on the gas
Hell no!
But nobody knows
Nobody knows
Hell no!
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
Hell No!, woo!