Really Doe (Feat. Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul and Earl Sweatshirt) – Danny Brown – letras

[Verse 1: Danny Brown]You niggas don’t even knowAll that talk then no showCannot tell me nothin’Show me somethin’ I ain’t seen beforeThat hoe want my piccoloSmoking on that mistletoeMake her kiss all on itWhile we chop chop on them 24sShe look like a centerfoldMouth all on my genitalsSuckin’ on it like she gettin’ vitamins and mineralsI be on the chemicals, she be on my testiclesPoke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedulesRolling up them vegetablesRapping with that special flowOnly way you’re next to blow if you be strapped with C4I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion showUsed to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroeNow I sell out all my showsUsed to sell out all my blowThat was back when we was coppin’ dubsto try and roll up 4Now a nigga livin’ goodI done made it out the hoodThink I’m goin’ back?I wish a motherfucker would[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]Yeah, they say I got the city on fireI ain’t boomin’, that’s a goddamn lie, woahReally doe, like really doeReally doe, like really doeThey say I got the city on fireI ain’t boomin’, that’s a goddamn lie, woahReally doe, like really doeReally doe, like really doe[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]Still wicked as Aleister, Crowley niggas know me wellFor heaven’s sake, I’m the GOAT, you haters can go to hellWhen you’re getting money, nigga, every day is sunnyI’ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytailSecond grade, took my mama weddin’ ring, took that bitchTo show-and-tell, now I’m married to the game to no availGrounded me for like a month, now I’m gettin’ high as fuckEmployer tryna write me up, but now I’m a writerWith ambitions of a riderand half the shit on my rider I don’t even wantthe Fanta’s for us, the Henny’s for the sluts (chyeah)Givenchy bikers with the rev ripsBalmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dickPaid by the Bloods, raised by the CripsSoulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities, exhibitionOh yeah, now a nigga livin’ goodBut good could be better I wish a motherfucker would[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]Yeah, they say I got the city on fireI ain’t boomin’, that’s a goddamn lie, woahReally doe, like really doeReally doe, like really doeThey say I got the city on fireI ain’t boomin’, that’s a goddamn lie, woahReally doe, like really doeReally doe, like really doe[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare yaLife to end in vain before the end is nearSee I can hear you cryingSilence sittin’ in the darkHoldin’ crosses ‘cross your heartSin is such a work of artWatch out for the love lost[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]Bet a thousand, shoot a thousandThings a nigga do for thousandsMade a million counting sheepGave it all to public housin’Taking off to Abu DhabiBeamin’ up the motor, ScottyTalking to promoters, ScottyEverybody know it’s GottiMurder one, you’ve heard of themThe rev undid, the all day madnessGot it off the wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattressBig power, big stagesMy zoo cannot fit the cagesThis booth is not used to fakin’My crew just love confrontationI chewed the face off the lacesI moved the weight from the waitressI chef the pot that made poisonI cooked then kicked all the patientsMy bitch is way beyond basicThat’s life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insuranceAyy, look what we’re enduringAyy, ridin’ in foreignsAyy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watchBut it’s the real watch and that bitch fireSpeed Racer waitin’ outsideThe roof on it like a tank topCountin’ money, watchin’ paint dryWhen I’m done is when the rain stops, uh[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]They say I got the city on fireI ain’t boomin’, that’s a goddamn lie, woahReally doe, like really doeReally doe, like really doeThey say I got the city on fireI ain’t boomin’, that’s a goddamn lie, woahReally doe, like really doeReally doe, like really doe[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]Good, hoodI wish you motherfuckin’ wouldListen, wish a motherfucker would, BrownI had to put my foot downIt’s like I’m popping a clutchYour hate palpable, your jaw full of dustYou gon’ keep talkin’ or are we lockin’ it up?And I’m the type of niggait ain’t never been an honor to judgeYou a mouse that the falcon picked upSo disrespect will get you checked like the top of the monthI was a liar as a kid so now I’m honest as fuckAnd I never pass my mama no bluntAnd kept my hair straightListen deadweight never been a problem to dunkLook, I just broke up with my bitch’cause we ain’t argue enoughI keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puffI strike a birdie on ’em, while I hit your mouth with the clubI wake up early on ’em, gettin’ out the house is a mustIt’s like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin’ your dubsEither that or you gon’ catch me on a mountain with monksLoungin’, ask your girl why her mouth on my nutsYou’ve been the same motherfucker since 2001Well it’s the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pumpI’m at your house like »Why you got your couch on my Chucks? « Motherfucker