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stro - everybody know me lyrics

[intro]
ain’t nothin’ sweet, word up
first of all
if you runnnin’ up on me you got to slow that up, cat
straight off the bat, you know what i’m sayin’?
i give respect to those that’ll just come by and be like, “yo, i respect ya joint. peace.”
word like, that’s how-that’s how you should approach anybody
you can’t be runnin’ up on people like that, word up
because they will take it the wrong way

[hook]
everybody know me, i don’t know n-body tho
got a name, friends came, broke, it was adios
everybody wanna be fam, who the f-ck are you?

[verse 1:]
livin’ in the slums n-gg- wouldn’t give a buck or two
can’t tell if they got love or wanna bucket you
walk past requesting ya math like they came up with you
talkin’ ’bout they knew i was real, my sk!ll is nothin’ new
shorties call my government name, “brian w-ssup witchu?”
if i walk away i’m a d-ck, i stay, i’m stressed out
old n-gg-s look at my life and then suggest routes
“what you need to go is go back to simon and sign with him”
i reply, “mhm”. really, i’m thinkin’ (die n-gg-)
some’ll say that’s kinda harsh but what do you know?
focused on my craft, they think i’m actin’ brand new tho
middle school crush, could never get her to shake that
now she cuffed with gang bangers and work at shake shack
might get a burger with extra cheese to f-ck with her
even worse, got male groupies, w-ssup with ’em?
ask me for my number, i give my manager number through
then they say “i’m callin’ right now, make sure it’s really you”

[bridge]
everybody know me, i don’t know n-body tho
(is that you? it’s me, ricky)
everybody know me, i don’t know n-body tho
(remember, from flatbush? remember?)

[hook]
everybody know me, i don’t know n-body tho
got a name, friends came, broke, it was adios
everybody wanna be fam, who the f-ck are you?

[verse 2:]
ayo, all these strangers, sh-t crazy
i’m h-lla humble, never let this rap sh-t phase me
but n-gg-s lookin’ at you like you obligated to credit ’em for what you created when it’s celebrated
we from the same hood? that’s good, best of luck, son
no i’m not takin’ ya math, we only met once
and even if i do know you n-gg-, six feet
n-body gave me nothin’, ‘cept for my mama
i put the work in, i was rehearsin’ while people was lurkin’
makin’ tracks while they was on the track in gershwin
playin’ tag, i’m in my bag tryna get iller
i’m in taye diggs mode, i ain’t talkin’ to n-gg-s
soon to be runnin’ the game everybody want a handout
no free features, i can’t help ya mans out
so stop actin’ close when you see me playin’ lowkey
you know of me, but you don’t know me

fake, third cousin -ss n-gg-s

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