You Don't Know

(feat. Chris Martin of Coldplay)

[CHORUS:]
Go ahead'n roll it up and pass it around...
Cuz there's been a lot of bullshit going down
A lot of soldiers they ain't make it through this year
So let's just celebrate that we still here and
Whooooa, never leave me alone
Tell 'em holla atcha boy
Cuz I'll be coming home
I'll be coming home
Never leave me alone
Tell 'em holla atcha boy
Cuz I'll be coming home
I'll be coming

My homie called me like, "What up, man?"
Not from Florida, but what up, fam?
There's been a whole lot of hating again
And if they hating on me, damn, what up then?
I met this girl when I was three years old
And what I love most, she had so much soul
She said "Excuse me little homie, I know you don't know me
But uh, my name is Windy, and yo, I like to blow trees" and
From that point I never blow her off
Come from out of town, I like to show her off
They like to act tough, she like to toe 'em off
And make 'em straighten up they hat cuz she know they soft
And when I grew up, she taught me how to go downtown
And in the nighttime, her face lit up, so astounding
I told her, in my heart is where she'll always be
She never mess with entertainers cuz they always leave
She said it feels like they walk and go from me
Knew I was gang affiliated, got on tv, and told on me
I guess that's why last winter she got so cold on me
She said "'Ye, keep makin' that platinum and gold for me"
But if you really cared for her
Then you wouldn't've never hit the airport, and followed your dreams
Sometimes I still talk to her
But when I talk to her, it always seems like she talk about me
She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you
They wanna rap and make soul beats just like you
But they just not you, and I just got through
Talkin' 'bout what he tryin'a do, just not new"
Now everybody go the game figured out all wrong
I guess you never know what you got til it's gone
I guess that's why I'm here and I can't come back home
And guess when I heard that, when I was back home
In the interview I'm representing you, making you proud
Shoot for the stars, so when you fall you land on a cloud
Jumpin in crowds, sparkin' lighters, wave 'em around
If you don't know by now, I'm talkin' 'bout Chi-town

[CHORUS: with variations]