Listen to Really Doe (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul & Earl Sweatshirt) by Danny Brown

Really Doe (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul & Earl Sweatshirt)

Danny Brown

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Danny Brown

Vocals

Ab-Soul

Vocals

Earl Sweatshirt

Earl Sweatshirt

Vocals

Kendrick Lamar

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Curtis Cross

Songwriter

Daniel Sewell

Songwriter

Giovanni Cristiani

Giovanni Cristiani

Songwriter

Kendrick Lamar Duckworth

Kendrick Lamar Duckworth

Songwriter

Thebe Kgositsile

Thebe Kgositsile

Songwriter

Herbert Anthony Stevens IV

Herbert Anthony Stevens IV

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Black Milk

Producer

Derek "MixedByAli" Ali

Derek "MixedByAli" Ali

Mixing Engineer

Justin Gaines

Recording Engineer

Tatsuya Sato

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

You **** don't even know, all that talk then no show

Cannot tell me nothin', show me something I ain't seen before

That ho want my piccolo, smoking on that mistletoe

Make her kiss all on it while we chop chop on them 24s

She look like a centerfold, mouth all on my genitals

Sucking on it like she gettin' 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 (Uh-huh)

I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show (Uh-huh)

Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe

Now I sell out all my show, used to sell out all my blow

That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll up four

Now a **** livin' good, I done made it out the hood

Think I'm goin' back? I wish a motherfucker would

[Chorus]

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa

Really doe, like really doe

Aye

Really doe, like really doe

[Verse 2]

Still wicked like Aleister Crowley, **** know me well

For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to Hell

When you're gettin' money, ****, everyday is sunny

I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail

Second grade, took my momma wedding ring

Took that bitch to show and tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail

Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as fuck

Employer tryna write me up

But now I'm a writer with ambitions of a rider and

Half the shit on my rider I on't even want

The Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (Yeah)

Givenchy bikers with the Raf rips

Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape by my dick (Yeah)

Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips

Soulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities exhibition (Yeah)

Oh yeah, now a **** livin' good

But good could be better, I wish a motherfucker would

[Chorus]

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

[Verse 3]

Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya

Life to end in vain before the end is near, see, I can hear you crying

Silence sittin' in the dark, holdin' crosses 'cross your heart

Sin is such a work of art, watch out for the love lost

[Verse 4]

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, things a **** do for thousands

Made a million countin' sheep, gave it all to public housin'

Takin' off to Abu Dhabi, beamin' up the motor, Scotty

Talkin' to promoters, Scotty, everybody know it's Gotti

Murder one, you heard of 'em, the rev undid, the all day madness

Got it off the 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 fakin', 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 kicked all the patients

My bitch is beyond basic

That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance

Aye, look what we're enduring

Aye, ridin' in foreigns

Aye, K-Dot, four years I got the same watch

But it's the real watch and that bitch fire

Speed Racer waitin' outside, the roof on it like a tank top

Countin' money, watchin' paint dry

When I'm done is when the rain stop, uh

[Chorus]

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa

Really doe, like really doe

Really doe, like really doe

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa

Really doe, like really doe (Good, hood)

Really doe, like really doe

[Verse 5]

I wish you motherfuckin' listen

Wish a motherfucker would, Brown

I had to put my foot down

It's like I'm poppin' a clutch

Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust

You gon' keep talkin' or we lockin' it up?

And I'm the type of **** it ain't never been an honor to judge

You a mouse that the falcon picked up

So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month

I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck

And I never passed my mama no blunt and kept my head straight

Listen, deadweight, never been a problem to dunk

Look, I just broke up wit' my bitch 'cause we ain't argue enough

I keep it dirty as the spliff my uncle Alchemist puff

I strike a birdie on 'em while I hit your mouth with a club

I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must

It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin' your dubs

Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks loungin'

Ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts

You've been the same motherfucker 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, motherfucker?"

Written by: Giovanni Cristiani, Curtis Cross, Kendrick Lamar, Thebe Kgositsile, Daniel Sewell, Herbert Stevens

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