Letras
Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep (I'm way more dead)
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm tryna pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know I
Need a little more time
Brodie said keep rapping
No lacking
Little do you know I had to wrap it up in plastic
Rapping fits the madness
Wreaking havoc
Little do you know I seen some shit that's hella graphic
Bro is only thirteen
Getting beat up
By the VPD at the spot with the pizza
Bro is only sixteen
Gettin them P's up
Boy put them Y's down and we throw them C's up
Shout out to the northside
Shout out to the southside
Shout out to the westside, aye
Bitch I'm in the creekside
Now I'm in the eastside
Hopping off the B line, aye
Where the fuck is Robin?
Oh wait, he right here
I said crodie grind through another fucking nightmare
You know we don't fight fair
Another night tear
Probably from the trauma and the stress I'm getting white hair
Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm tryna pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know I
Need a little more time
Little do you know if you ever be talking shit to me
My little man syndrome kicking in like I was six foot three
And every man of mine is down to throw down and assist for me
We'll make you think you're scarier than tumours or a cyst in you
We'll make you think you're scary, man I couldn't give a shit for free
I really couldn't care about you, I'd be moving differently
My real close homies know my losses and my victories
But most of all my motion, keep it lowkey like a mystery
I might've had a history of battling and blistering