Know Bout It Video (MV)

Oh, that ho sold platinum
Ooh, that motherf*cker hard, that motherf*cker-
That wasn't even a song, that was a feelin', goddamnit
Ah nah, you can't walk in my shoes, you can't do what I do
You can't live like me
(Ooh, DJ C3ntrurii, you makin' beats now?)
(You makin' beats now?)

Hey, hey
Let me take you back, yeah, way before (way back)
Way before I heard my name on the radio (BigWalkDog)
Nine grams, four ki's just to let you know
Who would've thought I was next on the telescope? (Damn)
Wasn't super-duper poor but we was hella broke
Thirteen with my daddy, he was sellin' Coke (well, damn)
We ain't had to share a towel, but we shared soap (what?)
We ain't had no spider, but we had roaches (yeah)
I miss Eloise, I know you could notice (damn)
Got to take a Percocet just to get focused
Only five songs dropped, how I get noticed (damn)
Spent sixty at Wafi just to get older
Got my first Hellcat, had my nose open
Always rode in the back, got the cold shoulder
Now I just press a button and the doors open (beep)
Used to wrap up pennies for a cold soda

We was really wrappin' up pennies, you know what I'm sayin'?
Used to go in grandmas purse and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Let me tell you 'bout my life 'cause you don't know about it)
Get pennies, make a dollar, go to Malcaculair, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit crazy, ain't it?

Look at my life, I ain't make no excuses
I done felt broke, poor, and useless
Now every time I move out, it's a movie
In the strip club throwin' ones at booty
I can f*ck wit' 'em but they still wanna screw me
I'ma a big dog like Clifford, not Scooby
I'ma big player, push P, that's usually
Three days before the deal, Pumpkin had Junior
I ain't had shit, but a dream and a tooly
Kill for my brother, I just want to thank Scooter
Want to thank P, Baby J, and Big Woo
Want to thank D, No Heart, Unc' too
Ain't it, mane? Oj, tell 'em what it do
First fam, know I won't forget about you
I ain't gotta thank J 'cause they know how we do it
If a nigga play with J, then I'm hangin' out the roof
If a nigga play with J, give me a orange suit
Still free DJ, poppin' this shit for you
Gotta flex well, ayy, Flex, what it do?
Came a long way from smokin' blunts on the stoop
I was on Shackle Row, me and P in midroute
We ain't had shit, eat SpaghettiOs soup
I walked off the truck, then I walked in the booth
Mama had a Ford Taurus, now she want her a coupe
Reggie had a bike, so I want a bike too
Jezzi had a bite, so he want his bike blue
In the trail, me and Bird, in a Mustang coupe
Movin' groceries for a toga, Howard out there too
Really came from the bottom, now you see how I do
Now we all in the crowd every time we make moves
I can tell me 'bout me, I can't tell you 'bout you
It's just me and the crew and we like our screws blue (hey)

Yeah, these niggas don't no nothin' 'bout that, mane? You know what I'm sayin'?
They just see the glitz and glimmer with this shit, mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Let me tell you 'bout my life 'cause you don't know 'bout it)
They don't see what a nigga went through, a nigga-, you know what I'm sayin'?
All them May flowers circlin', at grandma house sleepin' on the floor, man
(You might see what you see, but you don't know 'bout it)
But JT them moved, you know what I'm sayin'?
They move from Hartsburg, shit, mane, shit
Grandma made us hit the floor, goddamnit, you know what I'm sayin'?
She ain't love us, no, no less (You don't know 'bout it)
You know, or love them no more you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit, it's just she didn't want them to be used to what we were used to
You know what I'm sayin'? (Let me tell you 'bout my life 'cause you don't know 'bout it)
Hey
You know what I'm sayin'? Shit
Then goddamn, all the grandkids damn near moved in
Shit we was in that motherf*ckin' damn near sharin' breakfast and shit (you don't know 'bout it)
Now a nigga go to the club and stand next to Gucci Mane
You know what I'm sayin'? That shit crazy
(Let me tell you 'bout my life 'cause you don't know 'bout it)
Niggas ain't never thought this shit would be like this
Hey, let me tell you 'bout my life, you can never walk in my shoes
And it's big 1-0-1-7, one eleven, mane
BigWalkDog