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Really Doe
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Nitin Randhawa
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You are watching a master at work 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 We're sorry This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to sparе Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20 I see Heaven and Hеll Yeah, just to bust up a sale Yeah, tell 'em come and get me f**kin' nonviolence when the nine flyin' Hear her lullabyin', make her sing like Adele Heavy on me like a pelle Singin' off-key, get 'em off me We on all streets for the money, n***as hit up Wall Street Had them boys ringin' the bell Ain't no Libra, but my scale ready if this rap sh*t ever fail Get me hot My borough taught me how to run a block Confidence is quiet, I don't talk a lot I call my mama and I call the shots I don't call these b*t*hes, they just talk a lot Cop a couple toys and we can make a play Now the driveway like a parking lot "Beware the dogs" what the sign say I did it my way, I did it my way Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Jamo and the ginger beer, I'm gettin' there Money in my pocket barely fit in there But I fell in love with how it sit in there Old b*t*hes miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number Block block, uh, block, look You got the gas, but it's not like mine She got that ass, but she not that fine Don't make a n***a laugh I need the cash in the bag in advance Before I grab any mic' and a stand Don't make a n***a mad Spazz the f**k out, all bad, I'm all Madden I'm on a go route now, but I do all patterns I'm with your ho right now, and she's a tall glass I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass A little .40 in the booking bag I put a bullet in your lookin' ass Aw, baby, what is you doin'? Been lookin', askin' for something you can work your ass off for My n***a, grab it, go after it I'm p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin' my anatomy Don't get mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin' I'm an animal, an anomaly Mari-mari-marijuana, it's the God in me, gotta be A better way just to get away, takin' the backstreet roads A couple days, maybe, give or take (Yeah) Baby, I'm gon' get home Uh, when I'm in the zone I'm in, I'm ignoring your phone call again The phone, off the dome talk, your phone block, block You're on, switch off The long lost lil' n***a gettin' it how he live, hol' up 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 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 n***a do that sh*t, n***a done that sh*t n***a any problem, bet I overcome that sh*t Twenty gold bottles I'ma drink on that sh*t Twenty songs that I'm on, number one that sh*t My name gon' ring and my team gon' win I shot a n***a once, and I'd do that sh*t again Put your hands on a Bible stealing candy at a store To a black homicidal it's the same damn sin Drop down, give me three points ho K. Dot, give it to it how you want ho I'ma show you what this West side about I'ma pull up in a 'Rari at your grandmama's house, hey now She got a n***a name in her mouth, hey now T-O to N-O to ammo, I mean My MO is zero, see commas, I promise Go tell your mama this d**k ain't for free This d**k ain't, this d**k ain't This d**k ain't, this d**k ain't This d**k ain't for free Touch that, I need cash back, transaction I bust back in a all black Grand National Hoodrats in the project if you ask 'em They wanna buy the world, 10 racks on they taxes Holiday cheers, Sallie Mae checks With a bottle to the neck, get it how you live it Dreamville head honcho b*t*h, we came from nothin' just like the big bang theory The poverty stains kept the pain buried And covered the shame with a dream We would have fortune and fame A mil' in the bank, chameleon paint turned cranberry Now little Jermaine got the same story As that boy out of St. Vincent-St. Mary, G.O.A.T. All hail King Cole, first of his name, long may he reign The boy got the throne, but you know it ain't a game Ville n***a, I was born in the same Pressure cooker that's been known to bust a lump of coal and make a diamond Two six, we enrolled in Reaganomics Crew sick, we the Golden State of rhyming, on God You could die today, so be hell to pay I'm a livin', breathin', schemin' testimony So don't test me, homie, put the knee in horny Put a foot up that ass, you a steppin' stone All my n***as ain't gettin' no sleep All of my n***as be chasin' their dreams Ooh, I'm a force of nature, I can't wait to date ya I was havin' problems 'til I had to break through All my tattoos for sure, they ain't never for show Might get tattooed on tour, tell ya ho get the door Spend my time makin' love to your thoughts Gon' get in line, baby, sl*t up your mind It's a brand new season, I'm a righteous heathen I take on the challenge and I leave it bleedin' I was down bad, now I'm even Steven And I'm leavin', leavin' every f**kin' weekend (Oh) We're sorry 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 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 I used to be a man of the people Hit the clubs and mingle (What up?) Used to dream one day I'd be f**kin' pink like a flamingo (Pink) That was back when I smoked Canibus Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his So it sucked to hand him his ass, but Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds How me and Ja Rule almost got cool 'Cause we shot pool back in '01 Was it '02? I don't know, but Something told me f**kin' not to Then we got stuck in high school, I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice? Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise Huh, here a mic, there a mic Everywhere a mic, share and share alike But just don't compare alike Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin' Compare me to Jaws Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac Do not compare me to that Iggy b*t*h Or all this f**kin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop This is where all that silly sh*t stops Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get c*cked, I'm sending a shot Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off They're going home to f**k Nicki Minaj, aw Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha In a beat up trailer, now Shady meets Griselda Yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal I got a beast, I will leash Godzilla How can we be so hella—copped a motherf**kin' attitude I'm gonna need propellers The chopper, the Machine Gun killer Gunn and The Machine, the simi—larities Stop there between Kelly and Conway But f**k that little blond b*t*h too RIP Mac Miller But come and get it if you think that sh*t a—
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