They don't know about them nights getting jumped, how I still get scars from that
They don't know about them nights selling dimes, how a nigga came far from that
They don't know how we started out friends, somehow I got my heart attached
They don't know how it all fell apart then a nigga had to start from scratch
They don't know how it feel know it's you, him, and my son when you head home
Looking back I was dead wrong
Damn, twenty-five and my list of regrets wrong
We was supposed to have the same name on out headstone
Pieces of our love on these beats my heart bled on
Throwing out lines, hoping that you catch on
Anything I said wrong
On to the next song
My homie said that it's shit that I don't know bout
Born and raised in Rockford, pops kept him in the dope house
Before he hit puberty, he was all folk'd out
Table with the blow out, bagging up
Pops taught him how to run the streets instead of go-routes
High-school pole out
Flossing get you poked out
Both hit the booth cause we felt we had no out
Got up in the game now we balling, it's a blow out
They don't know about them Winnebago nights and the ways they changed me
Everybody else catching flights, I'm still in these same streets
Winnebago Three how I became king
And how my angels wasn't round them nights I needed them to save me

Everybody say
Everywhere I hang
So much has changed
It ain't the same since I been away
I'm yelling out Epitome
Congrats on your family
I'm Henny'd up, flicking blunts
Thinking damn, how can it be
All these things that I don't know about ya, don't know about ya
All these things that I don't know about her, don't know about her
All these things that I don't know about ya, don't know about ya
I'm just thinking, damn, how can it be