"Call Them Less" lyrics

"Call Them Less"
(feat. T Man the Wizard, C Dot Castro, ADÉ)

They don't know
They don't know
They don't know
They don't know

They don't really know what we been through, my nigga
They don't really know what we going through, my nigga
They don't really know what we been through, my nigga
They don't really know what we going through, my nigga
They don't know, they don't know
They don't know, they don't know

Thank God, I made it out
Thank God, without a doubt
Thank God, fuck all the clout
Thank God, never had a doubt
Thank God, I made it out
Thank God, without a doubt
Thank God, fuck all the clout
Thank God, never had a doubt

Thank God, I quit my day job
2012, I'm bumping that K Dot
2023, now the boy in that Maybach
Ridin' through Beverly Hills, I'm feelin' like 2Pac
You don't know what the crew got
Got a thing in the tube sock
Watch the top of the coupe drop
Aye, ridin' through Beverly Hills, I'm feelin' like 2Pac
You don't know what my crew got
Got a thing in the tube sock
Watch the top of the coupe drop
Yeah, I just bought a palace up in the Palisades
Blowing' up like I'm a hundred grenades
Yeah, I been making' beats for like 100 days, making money 100 ways
Just happy to see another day
Don't get my money the gutter way
Life is a movie, don't cut away
I gotta make time for my son today
Should've called Mama on Mothers Day
Every time I try to check in, "Man, don't even bother" Yeah, that's what my brother say
Family, what does it even mean?
Yeah, let me get my mind right, if it's all right with them
Let me get my mind right, if it's all right
What you even mean?
Yeah, we getting this green
Yeah, the boy a fiend
It's just me and my team
We livin' the dream like Christopher Nolan, I'm rolling in the deep
Better listen when I speak
'Cause I'm playin' for the keeps
And I wish a nigga would like I got floor seats
And I got a lot of raps but I got more beats
Hol' up, lemme get a minute
Lemme get a moment
Yeah, the money hurt, don't it?
Feel a little better if you just clap for me

Motherfucker, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me
Motherfucker, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me
Motherfucker, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me
Motherfucker, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me, know me

They don't really know what we been through, my nigga
They don't really know what we going through, my nigga
They don't really know what we been through, my nigga
They don't really know what we going through, my nigga
They don't know, they don't know
They don't know, they don't know

The people's champion, the pantheon
The shoes that you can't be in
Long way from the state that stamped me in
You too late, you was taking your Ambien
When you wait, that was Mike at the Garden
Sold out for the night, and I'm balling
And it wasn't overnight, I been on it
I could do it out in New York or New Orleans
I'm on it, flight in the morning
Another day, another performance
Can't stay, I can never be dormant
Stay mellow, I don't play for the Hornets
Nah, but I'm fly as they come
Keep it real as it gets
If I ain't fed I'mma say something
I got a son and one on the way
The place that I'm from, don't none of them play
Playing my part, hustle with heart
If you didn't starve, don't come with a plate
I'm running my pace, ain't worried 'bout you, I'm running my race
I want the best and nothing less
It's life or death, gun in my face, blow!

They don't really know what we been through, my nigga (blow!)
They don't really know what we going through, my nigga
They don't really know what we been through, my nigga
They don't really know what we going through, my nigga

Ayy, yeah
They don't really know what I been through, ayy
They don't really know what I went through, ayy
Nowhere to go to escape on a trip too, the only place that I could go is just mental
I never know whether to pick up the pencil
Or just say "Whatever" and pick up the pistol
I reach in my pockets for profits but all that I got is a fistful of wishful
Thinking, I know that I said I'd be stoppin' the drinking
Sobriety got my confidence shrinking
A pool full of liquor, I hop in and sink in
I'm gone off the deep end
I call up my shrink and she tell me I oughta be thinking more positive things
But the intrusive thoughts always sneak in
I wanna go off for no reason, but some [?] this faith that it's all for a reason
So don't play with my peace, bitch
Or I might have to play with my piece, bitch
I'm on a new wave, yeah, we call that shit seasick
A nigga real paid then they start to believe
It's a little too late to be talking to me, bitch