Intro 
Ha, listen homie, you don't know me like you think you know me 
Ah

Verse 1 
Big boy toys at class like a dirty bitch box 
She glad as attached with 36 shots 
Insert it and cop 
You ain't gotta take my word, them shits pop 
Ask around how I circled these blocks before hip hop (Yeah) 
Sandwich baggies drop it in and tie knots 
And fight my favorite fiend over the coming try rocks 
Dope the only thing stamped inside my mailbox 
Folded money to the rubber bands pop before hip hop 
Old East, A9's and valentine L 
Ditch mask, [?] and while ale smells 
L trainer lended in [?] to roll L's 
Talkin' boots, nigga 
No vocal booths nigga, before hip hop 
Whole different dude, I'm rolling to you 
I got a dub that I don't fold it at Deuce 
Everything good, even your nasty ass shoes 
Now here's a moment of truth 
Yeah, that was like, before hip hop

Chorus
You think you know me, you don't really know me (Nah)
Back in my hood, I'm still a one and only (Yaowa)
Before these music projects, I'm the projects' homie (Cool)
Y'all just see the new me, y'all don't know the old me (No)
Before these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping (Yeah)
Before these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping (Uh huh)
Before the feds was clapping, it was cans clapping (Brrah)
No bank accounts, hand-to-hand transactions (Ow)

Verse 2
A bunch of candles in the lobby, who got laid to rest?
Empty bottles need a flix, I know the wakers next
I'm from a place people walk around with major stress
Don't say somethin' you'll regret
Before hip hop (Uh)
I was crazy fresh, trapping in my averex
Blue Yankee fitted, 5 1's above the navy chest (Yaow)
I never had to beg for pussy, bitches gave me sex
I left all the drugs that they address, before hip hop
Uh, shit, your boy was out there tryna survive
Too lazy for a 9 to 5, I got a 9 and got live 'till it jammed
Said goodbye, next day, went outside, brought that pretty .38, it's on the lap in my ride (Ow)
It wasn't always about these verses and words
It was about being first to the curb from the 1st to the 3rd
It's about stayin' alert, see 'em lurking, you swerve
To this day, I thank god, I ain't get locked, before hip hop

Chorus
You think you know me, you don't really know me (Nah)
Back in my hood, I'm still a one and only (Yaowa)
Before these music projects, I'm the projects' homie (Cool)
Y'all just see the new me, y'all don't know the old me (No)
Before these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping (Yeah)
Before these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping (Uh huh)
Before the feds was clapping, it was cans clapping (Brrah)
No bank accounts, hand-to-hand transactions (Ow)

Outro
Before hip hop, had that thing on my hip, don't let it hop off (Ha ha ha)
But nah though, just Joell Ortiz