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Didn't Know
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Didn't Know was released on August 15, 2025 by kinÄrte as a part of the album Those Around Me Tape
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelkinÄrte
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM129

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RayKaz
RayKaz
Rap
Paintafresco
Paintafresco
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Kazembe
Ray Kazembe
Songwriter
Tanatswa Kumirai
Tanatswa Kumirai
Songwriter
Mukudzei Mlambo
Mukudzei Mlambo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mukudzei Mlambo
Mukudzei Mlambo
Executive Producer
Calvinmadeit
Calvinmadeit
Engineer
We Don't Know
We Don't Know
Producer

Lyrics

Mmm!
Hmmm!
Mxm main oanmaaaiiin oooooaaaaan!
Kazzy in the spot what's hannin'?
I don't trust no one except for myself
'Cause these **** is fakin' if you didn't know
Get you the gwally a bag and a honey
And watch how the money turns friends into foes
I don't need nobody care for myself
And I been ridin' solo been walkin' alone
If you fuck me over then don't be surprised
If I go for your bitch and I give her a bone
I have been workin' harder than these **** who claim they on top
I'm like what is you talkin' 'bout?
You be chillin' from Friday to Monday mornin'
Out the studio I'm never clockin' out
All they promises empty they hate and they envy
They wan' be the one with the glow
Not really hungry for mo'
Don't tell me that you didn't know
K-K-K-K-K-Kazzy comin' through
Don't g-get the st-st-st-stutter on me (whet?)
I been quietly stackin' ciabatta
Been priorly plottin' on usin' no condom - you pussies is f- (ay calm down!)
I'm fine I'm chillin' I promise
Composed/Koumpo's - I'ma keep it a Buck I'll be honest/I'll be Giannis (we ball!)
You Gucci? You Stella/stellar?
Cat's walkin' dishonest/catwalkin' designers/cat's walk in designers (yessir!)
My mind is a Midas/isn't modest
Remind us of sinus the stuff he knows/stuffy-nose way too fluid it blow atchu (*sniffleatchu!)
Vicky Falls see the flow is unslowable
Kazzy GOAT break it down I'ma GO-AT you
You been stuck in a trance/a Trans/they trends I'ma set it Straight
On my mother these **** are cellophane
On my mom I been sick since the second grade
Bumpin' Marilyn Manson to meditate
Use yo' blood as my canvas to decorate
It's obituaries on my resumé
Had to push myself up just to get in shape
Found a couple of squares in my circle wait
Found a couple of knives in my vertebrae
That inspire me to pencil a word of rage
That require me to triple the murder rate (estamos aquiii!)
It's no way up in hell I'ma burn away
Now I pop at your herd if they ain't heard of Ray!
If you addressin' me speak in a certain way
Want the smoke Puta? Handei/ Hyundai no Santa Fe
Painta kill you we pleadin' insanity
Take your perra to dinner she on the plate
Okay- okay whet?bitch I'm the Bantu Geronimo!
Si quieres pelear vámonos
Ain't no need in extendin' the rigmarole
They say Kazzy you can't just come through and start shootin'
I'm sorry - guess I didn't know
I don't trust no one except for myself
'Cause these **** is fakin' if you didn't know
Get you the gwally a bag and a honey
And watch how the money turns friends into foes
I don't need nobody care for myself
And I been ridin' solo been walkin' alone
If you fuck me over then don't be surprised
If I go for your bitch and I give her a bone
I have been workin' harder than these **** who claim they on top
I'm like what is you talkin' 'bout?
You be chillin' from Friday to Monday mornin'
Out the studio I'm never clockin' out
All they promises empty they hate and they envy
They wan' be the one with the glow
Not really hungry for mo'
Don't tell me that you didn't know
P-P-P-P-P-Painta comin' through
I g-got these b-b-b-bunnies buggin' me
My Tunes been drivin' them Looney (yee!)
Been drawin' them into my life it's a movie
It's looney (and the Oscar goes to)
Like dude! I got these two cuties
And head's in the cosmo/Cosmo when wand is in Judy/Wanda's on Judy/Wanda's on duty
If I got the flu I'm visitin' Booties
'Cause they got the formula - pooties and boobies
They wanna know why they shots never stoppin' you
Green to go but you got zero glock in you
'Bout to blow Paint a pornstar he cockin' you
She saw me and stopped bein' celibate
She forgot 'bout her mans like amnesia state
He'll find out and be buzzin' to Lemonade
He should work on his lats - I mean pull his weight
'Cause we doin' twelve rounds so we stay in shape
Made her loose gave her juice and we had a babe
Ain't ashamed finished quick - call him Minute Made
And I'll turn them to thirty if I'm getting paid
You ain't stackin' no chips while I'm getting laid
While I slave and I serve for the record labes
Simple flick of the wrist like it's Curry's trade
Only Swishes and dishes like Nike maids
Cause I'm thinkin' and blastin' like Jimmy's brain
If I wipe you you're leavin' some shitty stains
Wipe his nose like his allergies here to shtay (hoh!)
PaintaKazzy the African Biggie Jay (hoh!)
With his gal and we practicin' fitty shades (hoh!)
Anohwereketa Shona ndiMambo
Et je parle français si je veux d'accord?
Man I wrote out the chorus when I was bored
Kazzy told me I should just come through and start shootin'
I can't say that I didn't know
I don't trust no one except for myself
'Cause these **** is fakin' if you didn't know
Get you the gwally a bag and a honey
And watch how the money turns friends into foes
I don't need nobody care for myself
And I been ridin' solo been walkin' alone
If you fuck me over then don't be surprised
If I go for your bitch and I give her a bone
I have been workin' harder than these **** who claim they on top
I'm like what is you talkin' 'bout?
You be chillin' from Friday to Monday mornin'
Out the studio I'm never clockin' out
All they promises empty they hate and they envy
They wan' be the one with the glow
Not really hungry for mo'
Don't tell me that you didn't know
don't tell me that you didn't know
don't tell me that you didn't know
Ayewa ngatisanganei kucourt
Mukomana tamuregerera
Asi kuregererwa pa mutemozvinoperera kucourt
Written by: Mukudzei Mlambo, Ray Kazembe, Tanatswa Kumirai
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