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Really Doe

Danny Brown

[Danny Brown:]
 You n*ggas 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 cha-cha, but on 24's
 She look like a centerfold
 Mouth all on my genitals
 S*ckin' 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 on my schedule
 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 a 4
 Now a n*gga livin' good
 I done made it out the hood
 Think I'm goin' back?
 I wish a motherf*cker would

[Kendrick Lamar:]
 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

[Ab-Soul:]
 Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, n*ggas know me well
 For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell
 When you're getting money, n*gga, every day is sunny
 I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail
 Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that b*tch
 To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail
 Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as f*ck
 Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer
 With ambitions of a rider, and half the sh*t on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sl*ts (chyeah)
 Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips
 Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my d*ck
 Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
 Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
 Oh yeah, now a n*gga livin' good
 But good could be better I wish a motherf*cker would

[Kendrick Lamar:]
 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 can 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 n*gga 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 Revenant, the all day madness
 Got it off to 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 tipped all the patients
 My b*tch is way beyond basic
 That's life insurance, car insurance, good p*ssy insurance
 Aye, look what I ain't doin'
 Aye, ridin' in foreigns
 Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch
 But it's the real watch and that b*tch 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

[Earl Sweatshirt:]
 Good, hood
 I wish you motherf*ckin' would
 Listen, wish a motherf*cker would, Brown
 I had to put my foot down
 So I could pop in the clutch
 Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust
 You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?
 And I'm the type of n*gga it ain't never been an honor to judge
 You a mouse that the falcon picked up
 So disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month
 I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as f*ck
 And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head straight
 Less than deadweight, never been a problem to dump
 Look, I just broke up with my b*tch cause we ain't argue enough
 I keep it dirty as the spliffs 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 sit, countin' your dubs
 Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks
 Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts
 You've been the same motherf*cker 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"
 Motherf*cker					
					
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