Nobody Knows - Stephen Smith, Mick Jenkins

The world is cold, the block is hot

My dad is gone, so hug the block

Scope the spot, I pick the lock

Home invasion was the plot

Squeeze the (Bleep), hit the lick

Make the drop

Fuck the cops, I ain’t never ran from shit

To get rich you gotta take them risks

I got a case pending on me right now

Shout out to my brother he just made it out of trial

I need to fight the power, but I want this Lamborghini

And a big booty girl, but her waist is really teenie

Got a semi-automatic for Static

I’m Virgil Hawkins, Bang Baby Bang Baby

I don’t go out much, I’m too crazy

Pussy ass niggas getting clapped round here

Don’t you ever bring your ass round here

Apparatus, real strict round here

MAC-11 on the dresser

We goin see you in the paper if you being extra extra

Read about it, fuck the judge and the county

Got the glizzy for the drama

Imma do this for my Momma

Came a long way from dope boy scales and Marijuana

Only thing left is baking soda on the counter

Get adapt to the case loads of crack

The yayo the smack

The face blows the gats

Smell that, we cook it until it smell flat

Vaseline it up and ship it out in gel packs

If god love niggas why he put us in this trap

Why he made the black man with a target on our back

Introduce me to this crack put my sister on the track

But nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

But nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

A young black man mind be racing

Understand that I need pollination

We don’t do the idle conversation

That’s abomination

Everybody not gon' like you, fuck world domination fam you sound like Satan

Glory be to god, I’m non-adjacent

The combination got me confident, despite the matrix

Despite the metrics I’m invested nigga, what’s that fragrance

It smell like bitch in here, we got tents we can pitch in here

I’m just trying to be patient

Not trying to be Jacob, even though I could just take it

Give it to em naked and they forsake it

And for a second

Niggas question but the training hyperbolic

So you see it I don’t got to say shit

And I don’t play much

Fragile ???

can’t take jabs so, I don’t play fight

I’m on my play write

I scribble poetry, you see the action

It’s like a picture you don’t need the caption

She said you get me I could start relaxing

Like a perm or a burn nigga not playing

Three Hebrew boys got the hot hand

And I’m feeling Willy Wonka take the top off

And I’m selling soil nigga ain’t no drop off