Video Think You Know Me de Aaron Dahl 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Dahl - Think You Know Me Lyrics

[Hook:]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong!

[Verse 1: Murs:]
All blue chuck taylors, blue dodger hat
85 Regal, my daughter in the back
I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all
On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall
Week days I'm Rn down at kaiser Weekends at church, I'm a youth adviser
Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots
I can never feel right in a tie & suit
501's a plain white "t" and I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been done move, but it's not that simple
I gotta come back, my grandmomma there
Sometimes it's drama, but I really don't care
Here's my neighbourhood and I love it
Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it!

[Hook:]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong!
[Verse 2: Murs:]
All red chuck taylors and red dodger hat
Posted up at market with a bottle of 'lac
I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say
But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day
Ten interviews, no call backs
PO askin' me where my job at
I'm an ex-con, it's almost useless
I'm a felon, don't mean that I'm stupid
Got cut op, tribers in the dope
Lost five years of my life as a result
In the feds I prayed and I read
Anything to keep the system out of my head
I read Zinn, Jung, Bukowski
You really don't know a damn thing about me
I probably gotta higher IQ than you
These jobs ain't hiring, what should I do

[Hook:]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong!

[Verse 3: Murs]
Black dickies, black Cortez
White wife beater, a fresh shaved head
I'm just a gangsta, that's what you thinkin'
You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln
You see my tattoos, figure why I bother
Really I'm an artist and I got my own palla
Hard workin' father, wife and two daughters
Strugglin', trying to keep our heads above water
I'm a tax payer, I'm bilingual
I'm chicano, I'm not an illegal
Tryin' to live your American dream
But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans
They're 42s, they're starched and they creased
I gotta education, I got proper speech
I'm from the streets, I'm not less of a man
Just trying to get by and do the best that I can (Goddamn)
[Hook:]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong!