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marone - they don't know (don't know shit) lyrics

intro:
what up, it’s about 4am, i’m at an unknown location right now, i’ve decided to take a break and uhhh what a drama that’s been haha back to my rap sh-t, yeah

[intro hook]
you can’t run
you can’t hide
you will seek
a sacrifice
once they know
don’t f-ckin’ cry
it was all on you
you chose the light

[hook]
why do these motherf-ckers act like they pac?
why do these motherf-ckers front like they big?
why do these motherf-ckers think they know hip-hop
while the truth is they don’t know sh-t x2

[verse 1]
homie, this the rapolympics
better pick up your weight in this game, speedin’ insane like usain, rapsprintin’
feelings is odious, top of the podium, taking home gold and i can feel it at my finger tips
let’s get it…
tell em the youngin reappeared in the lab
with new chemical lyrics hot enough to burn ya’ll actin’ -sses rapidly fast
till you realize the sh-t you say is basic
see i’m spitting acid
have ya’ll hip-hopping the f-ck outta rap
gotta lifetime worth of v–gr-
just to let em know, that my flow stay hardest like the falls of niagara
i be on my magician sh-t abracadabra, put that rabbit in the hat then out comes cleopatra
not ‘cause i’m egyptian
tell flex to drop on the bomb on this sh-t
i’ll have his -ss sued for discrimination -sh-t-
then i’ll be able to start up 911’s with the dough i get
i was talking about porsche’s, you racist son of a b-tch
but b-tch pleaseeeeeeeeee…
i been on key, intricately, make em drop waist deep
my style good like meagan and i got game like meat
suffocatin sick skills, better be beggin to breathe
for that o2, somebody call tyrese
leave you lucky, like you f-ckin’ chillin’ in the front seat
and u2 can get it boy
i got some loose screws, but i’m tight with this noise

[hook]
why do these motherf-ckers act like they pac?
why do these motherf-ckers front like they big?
why do these motherf-ckers think they know hip-hop
while the truth is they don’t know sh-t x2

[verse 2]
known as an outcast so i keep it 3000
renowned for an astounding sound
that’s y they tryna x me out like malcolm
rebellion in my surroundings
musically founded
with ambitions surmounting
compet-tion dumbfounded
but recognition unaccounted
yo, they say “the sky is the limit”
but i don’t even know how far i’ve traveled in distance
and sometimes i feel like my dreams gotta restriction
they nicknamed me christmas cause everything i deliver is gifted
listen
i want the juice like pac told q
chopping through bars like i’m on the loose
the game’s screwed up, i ain’t talking ‘bout tools
and ya’ll know that
i combat for the backpack, you hold back like a bra-strap
i don’t own a matte black gatt but your girl can get the c-ckback
rewind that
nah but forreal
i ain’t conceal how i feel
it’s ideal that i spit real so i feed my fam with em meals
i can still appeal without deal
thought it was time to reveal the ill skill up in my field

[hook]
why do these motherf-ckers act like they pac?
why do these motherf-ckers front like they big?
why do these motherf-ckers think they know hip-hop
while the truth is they don’t know sh-t x2

[outro]
they don’t know shiiiiiiiiiiit, they don’t know sheeeeet
they don’t know shiiiiiiiiiiit
you don’t know sh-t motherf-cker

[intro hook]
you can’t run
you can’t hide
you will seek
a sacrifice
once they know
don’t f-ckin’ cry
it was all on you
you chose the light

- marone lyrics

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