Termanology - Don't Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] This can't be life, 24 hour flights Bangin' out like [?] on the shower pipes I smoke sour, little bit of dab in it Daydreamin' 'bout the mansion with the lab in it 24 karat gold [?] Gold chariots with horses to carry us A gorgeous new fortune, I'm after it Along the way, still bringin' more cla**ic sh** I go berserk in the booth, but where the cash at? I'm tryna invest stacks back to NASDAQ Artists bottle poppin' in clubs like you're a star Got 400 dollar kicks but ain't got a car Got a Gucci belt but you ain't got a crib And your mom ain't even got a decent place to live I bet these rappers that be claimin' they're next Get a reality check before a royalty check I'm just sayin' [Hook: Chasen Hampton] No sense in tryna fake it 'Til you make it if it ain't true life Cause you know what you do on the dock Will leave until it comes to life Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we don't know Cause we leave until it comes to life [Verse 2: Termanology] Your insecurity shows through your j**elry and clothes You ain't happy but you actin' like you is in your post I imagine you was into fashion, strikin' a pose But once you turn 25, he ain't like you no more Had a new improved you, hot, bright on the pole Always smilin', feelin' fine, rarely ever says no Then there's you, always mad, tryna fight on the phone Gettin' your man vexed so he don't like to come home I could relate, had a 2 to 5 at my place At all times, just imagine me never gettin' to rhyme I see the future, I knew I would beat the booth up I beat the odds, put the hood on MTV News, I'm Ma** Still got my hood pa**, I be dolo Lawrence house party, dipped down wearin' Polo I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self conscious, I'm just the second to admit it [Hook] [Verse 3: Termanology] I'm catchin' funny vibes, why you always gotta lie? Man you couldn't keep it a buck to save your f**in' life Hangin' with the clique and then takin' pics of the other side s**er sh**, somehow I still let it ride Yeah you be dressin' fly, kicks all matchin' your coat But when I ask about your album, you tell me you're broke Can't afford a studio but got a bottle of Mo Yeah you're doin' your thing, you're on your grind, I know Everybody wanna be a rap dude And get checks but don't nobody wanna pay dues You more concerned how you lookin' on the cam For the hood, than actually winnin' and doin' good That's a problem, y'all got the internet complexed Just your own family for likes and some comments But when your money get low and you need some more dough And you need somewhere to go Don't call me [Hook]