Don't Know - Termanology, Chasen Hampton

This can’t be life, 24 hour flights

Bangin' out like Mimi on the shower pipes

I smoke sour, little bit of dab in it

Daydreamin' 'bout the mansion with the lab in it

24 karat gold

Gold chariots with horses to carry us

A gorgeous new fortune, I’m after it

Along the way, still bringin' more classic shit

I go berserk in the booth, but where the cash at?

I’m tryna invest stacks back to NASDAQ

Artists bottle poppin' in clubs like you’re a star

Got 400 dollar kicks but ain’t got a car

Got a Gucci belt but you ain’t got a crib

And your mom ain’t even got a decent place to live

I bet these rappers that be claimin' they’re next

Get a reality check before a royalty check

I’m just sayin'

No sense in tryna fake it

'Til you make it if it ain’t true life

Cause you know what you do on the dock

Will leave until it comes to life

Don’t think that we don’t know

Don’t think that we don’t know

Don’t think that we don’t know

Cause we leave until it comes to life

Your insecurity shows through your jewelry and clothes

You ain’t happy but you actin' like you is in your post

I imagine you was into fashion, strikin' a pose

But once you turn 25, he ain’t like you no more

Had a new improved you, hot, bright on the pole

Always smilin', feelin' fine, rarely ever says no

Then there’s you, always mad, tryna fight on the phone

Gettin' your man vexed so he don’t like to come home

I could relate, had a 2 to 5 at my place

At all times, just imagine me never gettin' to rhyme

I see the future, I knew I would beat the booth up

I beat the odds, put the hood on MTV News, I’m Mass

Still got my hood pass, I be dolo

Lawrence house party, dipped down wearin' Polo

I got a problem with spendin' before I get it

We all self conscious, I’m just the second to admit it

I’m catchin' funny vibes, why you always gotta lie?

Man you couldn’t keep it a buck to save your fuckin' life

Hangin' with the clique and then takin' pics of the other side

Sucker shit, somehow I still let it ride

Yeah you be dressin' fly, kicks all matchin' your coat

But when I ask about your album, you tell me you’re broke

Can’t afford a studio but got a bottle of Mo

Yeah you’re doin' your thing, you’re on your grind, I know

Everybody wanna be a rap dude

And get checks but don’t nobody wanna pay dues

You more concerned how you lookin' on the cam

For the hood, than actually winnin' and doin' good

That’s a problem, y’all got the internet complexed

Just your own family for likes and some comments

But when your money get low and you need some more dough

And you need somewhere to go

Don’t call me