Artist: A&R f/ Got Flow, Link VI Album: Non-Exclusive, Vol. 2 Song: You Don't Know Me Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Armel] Uh-huh, A&R, ya'll We back, part 2, come on As we proceed, to keep smoking weed 2-5, muthafuckas, stay high, muthafuckas [Armel] Who made you, gave you, the things that I'mma bath you Audacity, asume any men or women after me Passing me, acting like he don't care actually Naturally, no games, she still wanna mash me The path will be, all praises due to your majesty Attached to me, she wanted to have sex and then battle me See why it's vicious, to kick off the Fila Atleast I, will know sure depression, droppin' lessons Some say I, need to shoot the ball like A.I. Today I'm, really making shots, why not? Who gassing, passing, I don't really know why I ask you I lash you, trash you, just before I blast you I had you, hating on the Bible word of Matthew Cuz I ain't trying to catch an O.J., no way So why rhyme, a state might give me time Just be in pace, the face that might pick up the case [Link VI] Niggas is plastic, like face lifts Walking around flagged, like you crip Say you got dough? Then why you ain't dipped To me you look fiend out with them white lips Diggin' in these pockets, try to come through it Have your mom supplying, pumping embalming fluid I'm from Troy Ave., on the corner of Church Come around these parts, nigga we'll pull up your skirt Drop you for your purse, on the knee, proper, sisters From a nurse, I bodied in a hurse Acting like chicken spices cause jerk Take it for what it's worth, bust two holes in your sweater And then sprint, police on the scene It's a red alert, know who you facing Now you A&R niggas are replacing [Got Flow] You don't want no problems with me, now you don't You don't know me, no you don't Slugs like double D batteries, I dub 'em in your dome Hide your body, or it's your mouth coming out with foam Talk spit, I quote, walk with my ox Can't open your throat, untangle your box Niggas wanna hate, don't show me no explosions Cuz my rims they be spinning like Wheel of Fortune Quote hundreds ran with thousands of your boys O.T., back and forth, hold the rock on the scene Back and forth, O.T., niggas watching my steeze O.C., that's why I got the glock on the scene I don't play around, fuck around, I muff up your meat I don't stay around, lay your body parked on the street Getting paper now, now time to be locked in the bing From murder charges, I ain't trying to hear that faggot you see For ya'll corny ass rappers, yeah I'm coming for ya neck Back, when I spit I blackout like the Butterfly Effect Bet, words like bullets, jetting, coming out of tech Wet, any and everybody coming standing in my sight, sets Catch my wreck, M.C. I disect Insect, for diggin' this shit like a dialect