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Doing My Best
Hit-Boy & The Alchemist
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Ayo, check it
Two of the best in the coast of the West (know it)
Talk down on my neph, you better hold your breath (watch your mouth)
Fancy footwork, I know the steps
Flexin' calf muscles, show the strength, mullet to my shoulder-length
Stadium lights, cameras, and action, gave a sneak peek
And faded into black, and it was time for the main attraction (fuckin' slippin' into darkness)
Might need a mink made of chinchilla
Even laid up in a villa, still beat my chest and stay gorilla
On God, Heaven, and every holy scripture (all of 'em)
These are snapshots, I'm givin' you a focused picture (look)
I fixed the verse up, I'm a known fixture
Pain and grief, that's a cold mixture
I been through all the motions
The people who hurt you the most be the ones you close with
I had put my album out, niggas ain't even post it
Guess they thought I ain't notice, yeah, that shit had me rollin'
People you don't know show you more love than ones you do
I think I'm the only one tellin' it when it come to the truth
I make beats, still fuck 'em over, it come to the booth
Love to Rodney B, four years old, I was learnin' from Troop
Robertson Park, "Whatever It Takes" video shoot
Showed me I was destined for this moment, we headin' into
Uh, my fingers frozen, it's inside a cube
I'm ridin' a wave, I'm currently inside a tube (inside it, yeah)
Find a trapdoor in a tractor, go inside the loop
The plays fallin' in my lap, don't even gotta scoop (uh)
Varsity jackets with the letterman patches
I bake muffins and I set 'em in batches (nice)
Everythin' geometric, I'm a Fendi sign (chart)
You a robot, you work on an assembly line (come on, man)
20 specialists to screw in a lightbulb (how many?)
Might as well be at the circus usin' a tightrope
I will project, there's no need to move the mic close
Breakin' somethin' down while I'm leanin' up on a light post (yeah)
This make me wanna polish up a dirty rifle
Go psycho, Alfred Hitchcock
Big Hit got big blocks, this ain't for TikTok, this real life
When real niggas make it big, yeah, that's what it feel like
Niggas try to dim my future, nigga, but it's still bright
We been makin' real films
They just gettin' hip to the movement, but I been him
They thought they was stabbin' on me, I had went and killed them
Turnt the regular club into the strip club 'cause niggas got stripped
Fuck participation, we in for the chip
Sendin' out a much love to my most solid ones
Touch down out the bing and my dawg got a buzz
Silence is power, sometimes you gotta keep shit between you and God
Send a prayer for spots got raided by the SWAT
This one is for project girls raised in Watts
I fuck with 03, mafia business, mob like the Sopranos, peep the pianos
Fades in the back of apartments, nigga, we ran those
Life will put you on the spot, yeah, this shit is a test
They asked me what I been doin', I been doin' my best
Bitch-ass nigga, stop fuckin' (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo)
Yeah, yeah, come on
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