They Don't Know - Max B, Paul Couture

Proud of you, boy

See, what they don’t know

We family

It’s just us, baby

Nigga I’m in the zone

Coming home

They don’t know

I spray off whole clips

Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know

They was saying I wrote shit

Yeah, I wrote shit

They don’t know

They was saying we hopeless

But we focused

'Cause I’m in the zone

Coming home

They don’t know

Better get the molasses out your ass girl

Her money slowing but we live in a fast world

Bigga getting money, he gotta fast car

I was sellin' dreams to my last girl

Hop in the Double R T, not a scratch

It’s the third chauffeur this week

Scoop V.I.P, he on 139th St

Bag of cheese doddles, coconut Italian ices

Lil Kill Bill, pop a chill pill

I can go on the Ave 'til this day and it’s still real, but

You barley see me now, I’m too up

Maxi on TV now, black copped two trucks

Shorty was something fine, Rollie another time

Rolled up another piece, snorted another line

Perfume Dior, CHANEL No. 9

Cold as the Artic Blast, temperature hundred five

I can smell a deuce even when I ride

I tell the truth even when I lie

Nigga we the proof even when I die

3 piece Armani suit, that nigga fly

I spray off whole clips

Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know

They was saying I wrote shit

Yeah, I wrote shit

They don’t know

They was saying we hopeless

But we focused

'Cause I’m in the zone

Coming home

They don’t know

Added a new roof top, yeah

I’m the reincarnated 2Pac, yeah

Camilla Cabella, she on the radar

Continental GT, I gotta AR

Got 'em in the cheap seats, I gotta pay y’all

Jealous of EMG, they don’t wanna play y’all

Gotta AK, I shoot deers

Run up on you like Chakka Zulu, nigga, I threw spears

Gotta figure that made me mad

Bitches is crazy bad

Fucking her dog style, finger in baby ass

See me, she wanna flirt, tease me I wanna squirt you

Fuck and hook up a steak, Celli from Color Purple

Snoop had me sipping Gin, it’s a team effort

See, it don’t matter who get the numbers as long as we get the win

Get to the money first, family I get 'em second

The bitches I get 'em last

When it’s beef, I get the weapon

I spray off whole clips

Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know

They was saying I wrote shit

Yeah, I wrote shit

They don’t know

They was saying we hopeless

But we focused

'Cause I’m in the zone

Coming home

They don’t know

Spray off whole clips

Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know

They was saying I wrote shit

Yeah, I wrote shit

They don’t know

They was saying we hopeless

But we focused

'Cause I’m in the zone

Coming home

They don’t know

Yeah

We family

We Wingates, baby

Boss Don Biggavel

VIP

Color Purple

Yeah

We working hard

Aye, VIP man

Time to reap the fruits of your labor

Oh, yeah

It’s EMG Music baby

Yeah

I’m in the zone

They don’t know

I’m coming home