Doin Me

Lyrics

What the fuck is the truth like?
 Now, don't believe in half the gossip these niggas talkin,
 Yeah, mean this some female shit, I'm just doin me.
 Nigga fuck you worry bout, what I been doin,
 Instead of hatin, learn to keep wit a G.
 I've been doin me.
 It's all good homie
 It's all good baby
 Uhh
 Niggas liftin like what the fuck I expected,
 caught up they feelings coz they feelin neglected
 when this shit was coolin shit,
 Well I guess these lil niggas stuck in a wave of jealousy,
 I pray to God I don't get infected solid I'm blessed to be,
 How the fuck you count anotha nigga's pockets hatin on em,
 Either coz he shinin that woman you loved to bathe on em,
 Posted up talkin in the hood,
 though shoulda been in the field,
 Right inside of my zone you get blitzed while I receive a ill,
 The thought of posse is perfect timing the MV promise,
 probably coz my hustle be punishin niggas bein honest,
 I guess dis my fault coz I win I got what I needed nigga,
 I know its snakes that's why this your mind is weeded nigga,
 Everyone wanted these shoes, I hate to say they made to fit,
 Nothin but a nigga known as King, fuck the bullshit,
 Follow my lead I might just help you in yo last days
 and show you how the real niggas do it minus yo fucked up plays
 **
 It's all good homie
 It's all good baby
 I'm sick like throw up
 Bibby got his dough up
 Soon as you blow up
 Niggas wanna show up
 I do this shit for real with my youngins from the field
 Said a word get em killed
 And all of our mouths sealed Yeah
 Fuck a closed door bitch I got the master key
 Niggas talk bout blastin me
 I think the devil's after me
 Shit was lookin bad for me
 Though she was a crackhead
 I thank my mom for havin me
 Only they told me
 Get up off yo ass, B
 Got up off my ass
 Turn the ounces to a half a pea
 Why you niggas mad at me?
 No limit did it all for my brothers
 Couple homies turn to suckas
 And show off they true colors, fuck em
 Damn, I aint even trippin
 These niggas bitches
 Been portrayed so many times its hard to trust
 Kemosabe grade A nigga all we got is us huh?
 ***
 It's all good homie
 It's all good baby
 Look I relate too much
 Hope you make it just don't make too much
 Kept it real these niggas fake as fuck
 And its gon change you up
 Gave you game and yeah it made you tough
 Too tricky though so stay for what?
 I used to take the bus
 Get too loose I had to tape you up
 But I was grindin and savin up
 I did my take around for a somethin wit amazing thrust
 I pressed the gas in my favrite chucks
 Shout it this kush that I'm blazin up
 And the fact I ain't stayed for lunch
 I wish my biggest haters know my cake is up
 Kill my worst enemies wit my favrite gun
 Yeah, and that's the vision
 makin no apologies for how I'm livin
 Look I had to get it
 Give a fuck how niggas feel that's not my business
 ****
 It's all good homie
 It's all good baby
 Uhh
 Muhfucka I've been doin me
 Yo problems ain't got shit to do wit me
 Yeah I had to get it on my own dawg
 Had a steady caller so I had to cut the phone off
 *****
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:07
Key
2
Tempo
152 BPM

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