Doin Well
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21, I need a mill
Soon as they let bro touchdown, we givin' hell
Right now I gotta win, cause we done took so many L's
Can get it through myself, but never send it through the mail
I could set it off with this 10 milli
We been losing for so long, who gon' win with me?
You bet not ever leave yo pole, this shit real gritty
Better take all your belongings, bitch it's Dip City
Yeah, I'm just tryna really fuc hoes, that's bigger knots
I really come from beating the road and sending shots
It's still the same thing, just more bags and bigger glocks
Bitch I'm way to up to be worried what niggas got
People keep on tellin' me I'm next up
In my city, warzone
Better vest up
All I know is hit the road, run that check up
You gon have to show your whole life to impress us
If they ask, I'm doin well
You can ask my dawgs, cause I send money to the jails
You can ask my bitch, I just put her in Chanel
My brother would be home, but they denied my nigga bail
Shit don't be the same, I just feel different
She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real niggas
Yeah them boys cannot compare, there's a real difference
It be hard to hide the pain, cause these is real feelin's
Brother be around ya, watch him try and copy this
Told bro if he need me, we pullin' up with hockey sticks
The glock brand new, it got me movin' kinda stiff
Told bro, he gotta problem, bet not be about a bitch
You can pull up to my crib, that's a real loft
24, I'm on my grind, I can't call off
Bitch I don't know who you is, ain't no raw dawg
Damn near cut a nigga off, for tryna ball hog
I'm just yellin' free my unc, they tryna sit him down
Im tryna hold my neck up, it's like im in the ground
Tryna be the first in my hood, to pull up in that Lam
Even though, all the kids know that I'm that nigga now
I bring out a cool amount, i'm tryna pass out
Take a look at my account, you'll probably pass out
I know they hate to hear my name, they probably bad mouth
Five percent, how i'm ridin'
Ain't no glass house
If they ask, I'm doin well
You can ask my dawgs, cause I send money to the jails
You can ask my bitch, I just put her in Chanel
My brother would be home, but they denied my nigga bail
Shit don't be the same, I just feel different
She ain't fuckin' with no lames, she like real niggas
Yeah them boys cannot compare, there's a real difference
It be hard to hide the pain, cause these is real feelin's