Diabolic, Block McCloud, Poison Pen - Ya'll Don't Know lyrics

"We got plenty of money tucked away
Why not invest it? What
Is the fucking problem? I’ll put
The party behind you
And I got friends in high places"
"I’m not interested in your friends in high
Places and I don’t trust politicians"
"Well that’s because you still probably
Think like some schmuck
From the streets i am
Talking about real money"
"This is real money to me it’s a lot
Of money you want any of it?"
"Carry that stink of the streets with
You the rest of your life"
"I like the stink of the streets
It makes me feel good
I like to smell it, it opens up my lungs
And it gives me a hard on"

Diabolic block McCloud


Brooklyn Academy
Got a Stronghold on the game
Poison Pen, what up? C’mon

I never gave a fuck whether or
Not I released a record
My first priority is what weapon I’d
Leave you beat to death with
So if I don’t seem collected
It’s cause I need your necklace
I’d sell it cheap and get chips
So I can eat some breakfast
Hungry, creeping
Reckless when you least expect it
It’s part of life, deep embedded
The streets accept it
It’s the part of me connected
To the part police arrested hands cuffed
Getting snuffed by three detectives
I was pre-selected at birth to
Be the next shit take what I’ve earned being
Skeptic and reinvest it
The Block pays the price, his watch
Days and nights
So I’ma raise hell ’til God prays the Christ
You’re not made to like
Learn and paps raised you right
When you’re stopped raise your right
Spit in the cops face and fight
But paps raised the type swingin’
An ox blade to slice
‘Til your motha screaming ‘Doc
Save his life!’
Got love and anger, we not thug or gangsta
But that don’t mean I won’t
Pop slugs and shank ya
I earned a rep, paid dues
And deserve respect
Fuck life, life’s a bitch
So I flirt with death
Burn incense in the right lane swerving left
Over the edge thinking it’s
Not worth the stress
What am I supposed to do
Is what we going through
Went from hand skills to stand
Still and nice knowing you

Y’all don’t know what I’ve gone thru
(Not at all) and you don’t really want to
(Diabolic pop it off)
Cause if I put it on you (Yeeah)
That’s my word y’all be gone too
(Yeeah, Yeeah)

I had a hell of a time
Growing up excelling in crime
Going to Folton coppin’ nicks to
Sell ‘em as dimes
Days were spent helping the
Grind and staying bent paper came and went
Life stopped making sense
My friends I watched them change
They’re not the same
Cops just came, they tried snitching
Dropping names their Glocks are aimed to rob
Your watch and chain
Word’s on the street so listen
The Block explains
Detained by some cops in the back of a drop
G packs in my sock on the
Way back from the spot
Bailed out the jail house, not giving a fuck
But, I don’t need some PO makin’
Me piss in a cup by first impression
You’d think I’d learned my lesson
Only lesson I learned was stashing
The work I’m getting
Redefined world is yours, the streets is mine
So I’ma be deceased in time to reach my prime
Keep in mind
My life’s mad at me and stressed
Killing me slowly
The only guarantee is death
The games I play got me
Thinking the same today
‘Bout to aim and spray while
Drinking the pain away
In love with pressure
Under too much to measure
Running pockets for two pennies
To rub together it’s in my blood forever
A permanent part of me
What I’ve been through continues
Maybe you’ll start to see

Y’all don’t know what I’ve gone thru
(Not at all) and you don’t really want to
(Diabolic pop it off)
Cause if I put it on you (Yeeah)
That’s my word y’all be gone too
(Yeeah, Yeeah)