Really Doe (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul & Earl Sweatshirt)

You niggas don’t even know

All that talk then no show

Cannot tell me nothin'

Show me somethin' I ain't seen before

That hoe want my piccolo

Smoking on that mistletoe

Make her kiss all on it

While we chop chop on them 24s

She look like a centerfold

Mouth all on my genitals

Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals

I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles

Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedules

Rolling up them vegetables

Rapping with that special flow

Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4

I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show

Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe

Now I sell out all my shows

Used to sell out all my blow

That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll up 4

Now a nigga living good

I done made it out the hood

Think I'm goin' back?

I wish a mother****er would

Yeah, they say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well

For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell

When you're getting money, bitch, every day is sunny

I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail

Second grade, took my mama wedding ring, took that shit

To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail

Grounded me for like a month, now I'm getting high as ****

Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer

With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the crib (chyeah)

Givenchy bikers with the rev rips

Balmain badman, Bathing Ape on my shit

Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips

Soulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition

Oh yeah, now a nigga living good

But good could be better I wish a mother****er would

Yeah, they say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya

Life to end in vain before the end is near

See I can hear you crying

Silence sittin' in the dark

Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart

Sin is such a work of art

Watch out for the love lost

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand

Things a bitch do for thousands

Made a million counting sheep

Gave it all to public housin'

Taking off to Abu Dhabi

Beamin' up the motor, Scotty

Talking to promoters, Scotty

Everybody know it's Gotti

Murder one, you've heard of them

The rev undid, the all day madness

Got it off the wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress

Big power, big stages

My zoo cannot fit the cages

This booth is not used to fakin'

My crew just love confrontation

I chewed the face off the laces

I moved the weight from the waitress

I chef the pot that made poison

I cooked then kicked all the patients

My bitch is way beyond basic

That's life insurance, car insurance, good bitch insurance

Ayy, look what we're enduring

Ayy, ridin' in foreigns

Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch

But it's the real watch and that bitch fire

Speed Racer waitin' outside

The roof on it like a tank top

Countin' money, watchin' paint dry

When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

Good, hood

I wish you ****ing would

Listen, wish a mother****er would, Brown

I had to put my foot down

It's like I'm popping a clutch

You hate papa but your jaw full of dust

You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?

And I'm the type of bitch it ain't never been an honor to judge

You a mouse that the falcon picked up

So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month

I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as ****

And I never pass my mama no blunt

And kept my hair straight

Listen deadweight never been a problem to dunk

Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough

I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff

I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club

I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must

It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin' your dubs

Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks

Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my dick

You've been the same mother****er since 2001

Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump

I'm at your house like, "Why you got your couch on my Chucks?"

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