Danny Brown Featuring Ab-Soul, Earl Sweatshirt & Kendrick Lamar – Really Doe Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Danny Brown)
You ni**as don’t even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothing
Show me something 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**king on it like she getting 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 copping dubs to try and roll a 4
Now a ni**a living good
I done made it out the hood
Think I’m going back?
I wish a motherf**ker would

(Chorus – Kendrick Lamar)
Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
I ain’t booming, 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 booming, that’s a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe

(Verse 2 – Ab-Soul)
Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, ni**as know me well
For heaven’s sake, I’m the GOAT, you haters can go to hell
When you’re getting money, ni**a, every day is sunny
I’ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail
Second grade, took my mama wedding ring, took that bi**h
To show and tell, now I’m married to the game to no avail
Grounded me for like a month, now I’m getting high as f**k
Employer tryna write me up, but now I’m a writer
With ambitions of a rider, and half the s**t on my rider
I don’t even want, the Fanta’s for us, the Henny’s for the sluts, chyeah
Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips
Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my d**k
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a ni**a living good
But good could be better I wish a motherf**ker would

(Chorus – Kendrick Lamar)
Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
I ain’t booming, 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 booming, that’s a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe

(Verse 3 – Kendrick Lamar)
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 sitting in the dark
Holding 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 ni**a do for thousands
Made a million counting sheep
Gave it all to public housing
Taking off to Abu Dhabi
Beaming 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 faking
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**ch is way beyond basic
That’s life insurance, car insurance, good pu**y insurance
Aye, look what I ain’t doing
Aye, riding in foreigns
Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch
But it’s the real watch and that bi**h fire
Speed Racer waiting outside
The roof on it like a tank top
Counting money, watching paint dry
When I’m done is when the rain stops, uh

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 4 – Earl Sweatshirt)
Good, hood
I wish you motherf**king would
Listen, wish a motherf**ker 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 talking or are we locking it up?
And I’m the type of ni**a it ain’t never been an honor to judge
You a mouse that the falcon picked up
So disrespect and getting checked like the top of the month
I was a liar as a kid so now I’m honest as f**k
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 bi**h 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, getting out the house is a must
It’s like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, counting your dubs
Either that or you gon catch me on a mountain with monks
Lounging, ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts
You’ve been the same motherf**ker 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**ker

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