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Doing Fine (2020 Remaster)
S.A.S
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Yo, Haze, who they better than? I'm a veteran
Now they say, "Yo, you tryna be American?"
That's a joke, you a wanker with no skill
May is dope and his gangster is so real
Plus, who wear the crown like we?
I had New York brothers tryna sound like me
From a bus to a whip, I cut to a grip
Hot to the shit, hash not a lot to a grip
Pimp the game, I'm here now the blitzers came
Glist the chain, drive by, whip the Range
See, back in New York, I was flipping 'caine
And hit the strip with bricks 'til them chips exchanged
Now I'm signed thanks to Dame, Cam'ron and Jxmmi
Yes, feddeyee, the whole gang is with me
If you didn't listen then, understand me now
Dipset, Roc-A-Fella, we family now, ow
Ma, just a little letter from your son
Just to let you know I'm doing fine, fine
Every day on the block, whether rain or snow
I'm stuck on my grind
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (No bills)
You know that your son's heart is real (So real)
Stick with me, I'ma get those mils
And make sure that success is sealed
Yeah, let me holla at ya (Yeah, uh, look)
We G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R-R
Never had a dream of being a rock star, I'm a block star
Flip yay, get paid, every day
Hopping in and out of hot cars, come on
That's what I say to them hoes as I stroll 'round town
Hop in my six and roll 'round, come on
And we can take it to the hill, we can build
I'll work for the piff, you work for my dick now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how I get with 'em
Neckin' 'em, leavin' mini-mes and little vets in 'em
Yeah, I'm disrespecting 'em
Now we're R-O-C, they wanna F with him
When I was broke, didn't want sex with him
No interest in him, wouldn't invest in him
Now my pinky wrist and neck blinging
They drink my kids, cheers, that was excellent
Ma, just a little letter from your son
Just to let you know I'm doing fine, fine
Every day on the block, whether rain or snow
I'm stuck on my grind
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (No bills)
You know that your son's heart is real (So real)
Stick with me, I'ma get those mils
And make sure that success is sealed
Yeah, let me holla at ya
Yo, this is heartfelt, it's what my heart felt
I spit heat to the beat, make your heart melt
I'm the answer like cancer, I'm so ill
I've been grinding and rhyming with no deal
Wanna be me, hiding in the TT
What you thinkin'? I'm flossin' 'cause you see me on TV?
Been rapping for life, now rap is my life
So I give you insight when I rap about life
And yo, straight from the beginning, we'll make it and we winning
It's great how I be feeling that faith like it's religion
My destiny to shine, deep up on my grind
Used to speak it through the rhymes, need to read between the lines
I was born to do it, beyond the music
My foundation at home was strong, you knew it
My mums been through it, yeah, now me and Mega grown
Make hits, straight flip, then bring the cheddar home
I'm gone
Ma, just a little letter from your son
Just to let you know I'm doing fine, fine
Every day on the block, whether rain or snow
I'm stuck on my grind
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (No bills)
You know that your son's heart is real (So real)
Stick with me, I'ma get those mils
And make sure that success is sealed
Yeah, let me holla at ya
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