You Don't Understand ft. prodoskar & prodmxthew Lyrics

(You don't understand) You don't understand

(No one understands) No one understands

(My love) My love for hip hop yo

You don't understand you don't get it

When I get the mic in my hand and I spit it

I don't do it for the fans I don't for the critics

I do it for my sanity you bitches, ain't nobody handed me riches

I'ma work for it, family business what this is you get hurt for it

If you try to step in the way

When it come to spittin I'm the best in LA

And maybe that's a bit of a reach

But if I don't believe in me then who will

Not a hotter emcee than me I'm too ill

I gobble up beats emcees get turned to fleece

It's irkin' me you think your workin' me

Cause personally I think it's certainly "curtains, please"

If you play one verse from me

Currently I'm on a murder spree

So if you tryna kill a flow then refer to me

Real rap's in a state of emergency but if need be

I'll be the first to lead when we start up the resurgency

I used to spit it nervously, furtively

Now when I get it I just rip it with this urgency

I prefer to be in the spotlight

Never gonna stop like when you see green at a stop light

Cause I need green up in my life

Feindin' for my mic when I haven't seen it in like five

Minutes, dependent and a fuck I don't give it

Better luck if you switchin' doing sum different

Cause musician isn't something that you gettin' to

A higher position with

I'm the guy that you wish you is

There's never been nobody equivalent all you spittin' is gibberish

There's a lot of constituents when it comes to me quittin' this

First off longevity my legacy betta be infinite

Ain't nobody who's as steadily intricate

Or as heavily into it if you claimin' you ahead of me get to it

Cause I'm seein' what you doin' you repeatin' what I'm spewin'

While I'm eatin' and you be chewin' you was thievin' I was brewin'

Like the hockey team or like Budweiser

Can't stop my gleam I'm gettin' much brighter

Got a shotgun beam and enough fire

To go and mop up these fake thugs I'ma

Teach 'em all what they just gotta know

Rappin' my passion but not my only option tho

And runnin' these streets ain't yo only opportunity

"How tf you know" cause I'm ya neighbor bro

Not really but I'm ten minutes down the road

We all chasin' dough, you ain't gotta be handin' out halos tho

Only drive by's I do is pickin' up chicken at the Popeyes drive thru

You got a job dawg why you tryin to be in the streets

All you gonna get is pieced by a piece

Now yo momma gotta see you deceased

Start schemin' fa cheese quit beefin' with these

Lil' pipsqueaks all they do is sip tea gossip and send shots

I call 'em squatters they don't own the block they just live there

Now ya bro got popped cause ain't shit fair

RIP to dude cause that ain't even cool he ain't have to die

You tryna eat some food all you need to do is go and strategize

Got me lookin' at you with the saddest eyes

Cause you lookin' down tryna patronize

I'm just tryna warn you took some bad advice but

You don't understand, no one understands

That nothing really matters just keep stacking rubber bands

Till you money get to Saturn then go split it with the fam

And teach them to repeat the pattern now you got you a whole clan

I ain't tryna save the world let me set it straight

I'm just tryna put some better people in it and make it a better place

Ain't no effin' way you ever makin' Jadin hesitate

When I get up on the mic I like to meditate

I elevate every time I make a hit I levitate

Shoulda stepped with J if you wanted a better fate

Hungry like I haven't ate I just keep rappin' great

And don't elaborate while you like to fabricate

Every single story I don't exaggerate

Sunday to Saturday, 25/8, I work cause

You don't understand, no one understands

My love for hip-hop yo