wow...this is a automatic classic right here...they don't even know bout this...

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Sometimes people make assumptions, and think they know more than they really do...

They Don’t Even Know
(hook)
They don’t even know bout
but they runnin’ they mouths
talkin’ like they know how
we be livin’ hey now
You don’t really know why,
we be chillin’ so fly,
wonder how we get by,
envious, we got love on high,
blessings they rain down, i guess people hate now
tryna steal my crown, everytime I come around
so they judge n beguile lookin’ at me hostile
i don’t even know why, they keep on runnin they mouths

People first things first, this dedicated to my fans, and any sucka who testin’ me ill feed em right back to my fans,
cuz they be eatin’ up every single track that I spit, they give credit like mastercard, and I exchange it for hits,
even the kids, i got em hooked to my songs, they screamin’ more everytime matta fact its like all day long,
jus a sing-a-long, they memerize every second of every record that I spin, ima jus a genius I reckon,
but hold up wait a second, people i always stay modest, but whats that from stoppin me to hit before college,
to get some more knowledge, so I can stack some more dough, my progress may be steady, but ima keep on growin,
ima keep on flowin’ till im one of the best, ima never stop kiddin’ when theres hair on my chest,
and the rest is just a matter of time,
before I get my shine, and then i keep that grind, I’ll think I’ll take whats mine,

Next, i lay back cuz im steady reclinin, and Im done listening to all this talk and this whine, about whos who, and whos they think is better than koon, im feelin like slappin every hater in this room, but i could care less whether you diss or you hate me, so next time your talkin’ don’t even try to relate, the conversation to me, just count one two three, and i prolly still got more money than thee,
ha, so keep talkin’ thats what a mouths for, unless you got another job workin the corner,
which you prolly do, cuz only girls talk about whos crews with who, (Oooooooo)
they be on the phone with they, friends like, what you think koon, did ta get his ends right, is he dealin drugs, cuz he got cabbage, he musta did suntin jus ta get his cash up, i jus sit back laughin’