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karabo grant - don't know lyrics

[chorus]
they don’t know!
bout the late nights tryna get a song right and you ain’t ate nah
they don’t know!
bout the sacrifice you tryna live the life you tryna get it right
they don’t know!
all the sh-t i been through
all the sh-t i could
all the sh-t i will do
they don’t know!
said they don’t know
[verse 1:]
hard work, i work till it pays off
even when the day off i never take a day off
i love work even when i’m in a bad mood
you confused if you thinking ima bad dude
cuz i never take a break and celebrate on a holiday
work to me has always been the att-tude
you just won’t get how serious i take myself
they don’t know!
bout bae tripping
i been on a mission
i be tryna get it
but she never get it
i be broke right now
but don’t lose hope right now
i know it been a while i been around
seeming-s-m-n-i be coming-c-min- just to hit it
but my girl i be committed
and there ain’t other b-tches
you ain’t gotta ever think no different, don’t let n0body tell you different
im real will never be different
as i speed to the top
all i need is your love nothing else
cuz where i’m from they show no love
on the come up untill the dough come
then they really act like they love ya
even tryna take claim for the boy
when they didn’t even ever throw change at the boy
i done changed up homie i’m a grown man
keep your fake love b-tch i don’t need that!
everybody watching
everybody doubting
everybody shouting
wondering who i be
people undermining see me as a underdog
coming from the underground i’m spitting gold on every bar
really time to prove em wrong
don’t matter where i’m coming from
started from the bottom
yeah i’m gunning for the top spot
i grace the stage, the beat will play
i k!ll the show, i leave the crowd amazed
(chorus)
[verse 2:]
man they don’t know
all the pain they caused
all these lame -ss producers busy calling me dawg
at first, they treat your hallas like their family calls
but then they quick to turn on you once the fantasy throbs, and all
your hard work it don went to blow
all the real sh-t was made but then you sold your soul
million dollar ideas taking time to grow
traded all for a grand just for faster dough, oh no
that’s the problem with you f-ck nuts
you’d trade your talent for some dumb bucks
you so foolish, i had the blueprint but you b-tched out, i guess you f-ck nuts
but uhm, it’s all good i can’t stress my sh-t
started alone don’t need y’all to express my sh-t
and all those beats i rapped on, all that lex type sh-t
you should be lucky i ever blessed that sh-t! motherf-cker please
(chorus)

- karabo grant lyrics

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