Lyrics Dem Man Don't Know - Blvck O

Boy, I swear to god this life's hard
Got my moma talking bout "get a job"
She can't understand what I'm doing
Tryna be a businessman and make crowds move
Gotta get to them crowns first
Thinking bout pushing cain, gotta find work
I be that youg balla, I aint been to college
But I get on stage and I drop knowledge
Dem man don't know me
Dem man don't know
I have been seeing my future since I was eleven years old
You fuck with the best when you're messing with O
Blowing so cold, I mght as well put on a coat
Yeah
This that Kunta Kinte when he got on the boat
Dem man sweater (?) than (...?)
I got that voodoo for these Choo choos
War time, anything goes
You to
That's how we do it in
Eat up a rapper like foo foo
Find my step in the ring and I don't lose
The physicians must've got his screw loose
By tripping over on these two twos
Whenever I kick it I stump on your shit
That's doo doo under these new shoes
Dressed in all black like Bruce Wayne
Finna blow like propane
You aint buildt up for this ball game
You'll get lined up, no cocain
Fuck with the boy and you're going to sleep
Run up on Gaben with 20 my (?)
(???)
Vegans aint looking for beef
Fuck is you talking bout, G?
You will get knocked off your feet
I did a show in your city last week
Nobody's talking bout you on them streets
(No one!)
You have been rapping for over a decade
And nobody's feeling your shit
You came from New York to Norway to pick up som
Youngins, that shit aint legit.
What is a ball when you can't make a record?
Lil' homie there's levels to this!
(That's real)
I am the type that aint backing from nothing
I'm going in strict for the klll
Dem man don't know me
Dem man don't know
Dem man don't know me
Dem man don't know
Dem man don't know me
Dem man don't know
Dem man don't know me
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