Don’t Know Me Half-A-Mil (Hit-Boy & DOM KENNEDY)

[Intro: Hit Boy & Dom Kennedy]
Yeah, yeah
Backwood's lit, I'm lit too
AY AY AY AY
Its massive up here right now
HB87, O.P.M
Yeah, fuck what yall on
Yeah

[Verse 1: Hit Boy]
Don’t know me for doing shit
Rapping better than these niggas
Dressing better than these niggas
Finessing better than these niggas
Look, I live it how you never could all you need to know
Paid dues, I hate rules so I made my own
Pushing on a open road fighting off sleep
5am whipping solo until I eat
Major key don’t play me for cheap
Until you step it up nigga don’t play me a beat
That was said to me
The reason why my heart turned zero degrees
Now the chain on my chest that’s my rosary
Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t pass the fly
You fishing for lies
I’m a black panther with his fist in the sky
Even with a neuralizer ain’t no clear in my mind
Backspace on the bullshit
Flow like a preacher reading scriptures from the pulpit
Somebody daughter getting baptized in Molly water
Swimming in sand through them Hollywood parties
That’s the price of a missing father, distance momma
Two things she know best dick and drama
Fighting at the family reunion over the clobber
Got a LA bitch that’ll fight you over the Dodgers
Baby bust it open for a million followers
But we need orders to suite please make it bottleless
I got it bruh
Need more OGs to chop it up
Damn we gotta to get our knowledge up
Chasing dollars bruh
Need big cream
We got big teams
Applying big schemes
Yeah we gotta get this quick cream
Half-a-mil nothing less
Half-a-mil no stress
The family straight nigga pick up your weight