Lyrics Don't Know Ya Name - Kevin1100

They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
All these niggas look the same
All these niggas look the same
All these niggas look the same
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
All these bitches look the same
All these bitches look the same
All these bitches look the same

My name is, Kevin1100 duh
One with the puns, I got bread like a hundred ducks
But we feed'em grapes, cuz it's better on their stomach bruh
Just like a hoe, I mean, just let me hold visine
My eyes are red the beat disguised as bed
How I lay it down and pick it up... Like a cell phone
Do you have reception, I'm not calling home
I'm checking into mental wards
The flow is cray, my mind is ill, I'm breaking ground
In accord a Honda, the speakers rattle from the sound
Found my niche, rappin' bout a bitch, and apocalypse
Soccer shit, just kicking it, until the earth is over
Slidin' in a jeep, I don't need no Land Rover
I'm colder than a cobra out in dessert sands
Hotter than a penguin and a big ol' hairy elephant
In the Ice Age, you chase nuts then you fall in love
Ain't no time for that
Fake love, should be a crime for that
Like 80 years I'd be fine with that, and some cake too
Bout 80 bands I'd be grateful, yeah 80 bands I'd be grateful

They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
All these niggas look the same
All these niggas look the same
All these niggas look the same
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
All these bitches look the same
All these bitches look the same
All these bitches look the same

Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in his sight
If I try with all my might
I might fuck around and get rich
I might fuck around make a hit
I might fuck around fuck yo bitch
Cuz mine ain't stuck around for this shit
Well I wish and tell no kiss, but now I'm free
Don't envy me, I don't believe in L-U-V
I spell it out and guard my heart
I push to start then hopped on in
Popped the clutch to start engine
Gave it gas now we're goin'
Down the road to visit friends
They're selling dope to make their ends meet
Their hoes on their cycle like a 10-speed
Pedaling that work like where their friends be
That's pimping, that's faithful, I take note
I make beats, I spit dope, record that
Mix it down, make another beat for another rhyme spitting more facts
Got so high that I couldn't feel my toes touch the ground
Got so high that my nose up in the sky inhaling clouds
Tell me why I've been working on my flow till it's insane
Tell me why you don't even know my name

They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
All these niggas look the same
All these niggas look the same
All these niggas look the same
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
They bro you 'cause they don't know your name
All these bitches look the same
All these bitches look the same
All these bitches look the same