Lyrics Don't Know Me (feat. Fat.z) - Saint T

Don't know me
You don't know me
So shut the fuck up
When I sound too cold
They get chills
They get chills
They're some silly fucking geese
They got bumps from the thrills
Less than zero time for nonsense
Spent the weekend in the hills
Tryna make some fucking bills
Trying not to take the pills, yeah
But I'm way too quick
I just hopped out the drivers side of a German
They picture an image of me
And they say it don't match when they see me in person
But I got the camera
Imma decide on the timing and which version
Cuz there is 1 side of T
And I'm giving you tips so that you can be certain

In an Insurgent
But this ain't no GTA, get that at suburban
Lyrics don't worsen
Even after 4 whole years, I'm the king of diversion
Cats be lurkin'
They still tryna copy my words but they still can't learn 'em
Mad at the world cuz I'm feeling deserted
But you gotta go through pain to earn it
No you don't know shit about me
No you don't know shit about me
It's a shame
That you chat shit 'bout me
And you think I don't have p's
And it's lame
That you don't set yourself free
And live your life in peace
You're all the same
I don't wanna know 'bout you
But you seem to know all 'bout me, okay

Out of my box, I'm unchained like django
Two months ago bro, I had no bank rolls
Not stuck in a trap, no links to no bando
Man are so mad about which way the fan blows
Call Fatz a tyrant, I ain't no Castro
Pulling these beats out of bars with my lasso
Ask your boys in the streets, I'm an asshole
Walls around me you can't enter my chateau
See I got them bars like Wonka
This is my castle, I conquer
Drop that track, it's a fucking stonker
You can't match to this kid, you plonker
Here for a minute, I been here longer
Away for a minute, I come back stronger
Spin your head round like your dancing conga
Eat up these beats, I'm a fucking monster

Like where did you start that's grime
I'm way too ahead of my time
Fake friends stop belling my line, nah
Nah I don't wanna talk, I'm fine
I don't wanna spend my life on rewind
Rather move forward and age like fine wine
Switching my channels to end up on prime
Introvert kid, damn right bro I'm shy
Not a waste man that's leading no blind
What you see's what you get, I don't have no time
To be acting like something I'm not, it's not right
Fuck that bro, bin that vibe