RealasChris - You Don't Know Me

Not every aspect of somebody's life, is meant to be put out there
But I'll tell you a little about mines
It's more to me, than what meets the eyes
Deep in disguise
Fuck wit me you might meet ya demise
Meet a surprise, I greet wit the 5
Then you meet wit god
Exposin all deceit, buried deep in the lies
Look, My name is Chris and here's the story
No glory, no big name claim to fame
Or victory, not yet for me
Just a lil goal to make it, covered by those who hatin'
And life's downfalls, tryna use em as motivation
It's even harder when u say it
I started from the bottom of the bottom
And worked my way up into the basement
Problem after problem
I'm falling, crawling all on the pavement
Got em yea we got em
The devil tryna dilute my faith in, God
But still, I rise like the yeast, like sunrise in the east
I will fly 'fore I'm beat, never cry never cheat
I will try I will reach, 'til I die til deceased
I will grind, I'ma beast
Listen Ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhh, yeah, ohh
Listen Ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
Ohhhh
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at
My life was different, grew up barely a pot to piss in
No pop to sit wit, Needed to vent
The block would listen
So I got wit it, thinking it's who I wanna be
Wanted to see
Truth be told tho it wasn't me
I fucked wit it for a minute and split fast
Made a couple dollars wit some niggas and split cash
Was smart enough to know it ain't the life where the shit lasts
And made some enemies out of old friends
And they bitchass (Bitchass niggas)
But fuck that shit
Fuck how them niggas almost got hit
Fuck the tech nine in my bag, 32 in the clip
Fuck, I almost committed murder over sour diesel
Half was my ego, burn me for a dollar
I'll see you
Before I screwed up, you knew what
I grew up
I'd rather not be living in prison when going through stuff
I rather not be searching for niggas
Look when and who what
Rather be drinking wit my niggas clowning who threw up
So I got cracking on my future and left that alone
Got on my grind legally and got up outta my home
A young nigga 21 and got his independence
Straight out of North Philly ghetto and he dreamin of riches
Listen Ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhh, yeah, ohh
Listen Ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
Ohhhh
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at
And going back even further
What the problem's about
Lack of conscience, you ain't home I'm robbing ya house
In through the window, hopping fences, in in an instant
I was a menace, right from wrong
Couldn't tell the difference
Well yea I could but I didn't care, didnt fear, anything
I just want what I wanted, so I took it, yea
Took it here, took it there
Took it cause I thought it was cool
And then they took me to jail
And took me right out of high school
A young dumb ass, thinking I was a fun ass
If not a minor they would threw the book at my young ass
But I lucked up, a chance to leave that shit alone
My mother came out her pocket and they let me come home
But all in all through my criminal minded ways
I managed to not get locked up or killed and stand here today
I'm tryin to do it right, I'm tryin but it's a fight
I'm tryin to chase my dreams, but will I catch em?
I might
Listen Ma I'll give you all I got
Get me off of this
I need confidence in myself
Yeah yeah yeah
Ohhhh, yeah, ohh
Listen Ma I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it
I need all of it to myself
Ohhhh
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at

Written by:
Christopher Taylor

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