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really doe - nitin randhawa lyrics

[intro:]
you are watching a master at work

[hook: kendrick lamar]
yeah, they say i got the city on fire
i ain’t boomin’, that’s a godd*mn lie, woah
really doe, like really doe
really doe, like really doe

[interlude]
we’re sorry

[verse 1: bas]
this from the latest collection, my boy
you can copy the wave when i drop in the summer
fiends got the city up under the wing like it’s fried rice
i done died twice, i got nine lives, that means seven to sparе
vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20
i see heaven and hеll
yeah, just to bust up a sale
yeah, tell ’em come and get me f*ckin’ nonviolence when the nine flyin’
hear her lullabyin’, make her sing like adele
heavy on me like a pelle
singin’ off*key, get ’em off me
we on all streets for the money, n*ggas hit up wall street
had them boys ringin’ the bell
ain’t no libra, but my scale ready if this rap sh*t ever fail
get me hot
my borough taught me how to run a block
confidence is quiet, i don’t talk a lot
i call my mama and i call the shots
i don’t call these b*tches, they just talk a lot
cop a couple toys and we can make a play
now the driveway like a parking lot
“beware the dogs” what the sign say
i did it my way, i did it my way
[chorus: bas]
decisions i be makin’ when i get impaired
jamo and the ginger beer, i’m gettin’ there
money in my pocket barely fit in there
but i fell in love with how it sit in there
old b*tches miss me, a hole in her soul
but i’m over it though, had to block me a number

[interlude: jid]
block block, uh, block, look

[verse 2: jid]
you got the gas, but it’s not like mine
she got that ass, but she not that fine
don’t make a n*gga laugh
i need the cash in the bag in advance
before i grab any mic’ and a stand
don’t make a n*gga mad
spazz the f*ck out, all bad, i’m all madden
i’m on a go route now, but i do all patterns
i’m with your ho right now, and she’s a tall glass
i’m a can full of whoop*yo*ass
a little .40 in the booking bag
i put a bullet in your lookin’ ass
aw, baby, what is you doin’?
been lookin’, askin’ for something you can work your ass off for
my n*gga, grab it, go after it
i’m p*p*passionate, d*d*damagin’ my anatomy
don’t get mad at me if i pass out while i’m ramblin’
i’m an animal, an anomaly
mari*mari*marijuana, it’s the god in me, gotta be
a better way just to get away, takin’ the backstreet roads
a couple days, maybe, give or take (yeah)
baby, i’m gon’ get home
uh, when i’m in the zone i’m in, i’m ignoring your phone call again
the phone, off the dome talk, your phone block, block
you’re on, switch off
the long lost lil’ n*gga gettin’ it how he live, hol’ up
[hook: kendrick lamar]
yeah, they say i got the city on fire
i ain’t boomin’, that’s a godd*mn lie, woah
really doe, like really doe
really doe, like really doe
yeah, they say i got the city on fire
i ain’t boomin’, that’s a godd*mn lie, woah
really doe, like really doe
really doe, like really doe

[verse 3: kendrick lamar]
n*gga do that sh*t, n*gga done that sh*t
n*gga any problem, bet i overcome that sh*t
twenty gold bottles i’ma drink on that sh*t
twenty songs that i’m on, number one that sh*t
my name gon’ ring and my team gon’ win
i shot a n*gga once, and i’d do that sh*t again
put your hands on a bible stealing candy at a store
to a black homicidal it’s the same d*mn sin
drop down, give me three points ho
k. dot, give it to it how you want ho
i’ma show you what this west side about
i’ma pull up in a ‘rari at your grandmama’s house, hey now
she got a n*gga name in her mouth, hey now
t*o to n*o to ammo, i mean
my mo is zero, see commas, i promise
go tell your mama this d*ck ain’t for free
this d*ck ain’t, this d*ck ain’t
this d*ck ain’t, this d*ck ain’t
this d*ck ain’t for free
touch that, i need cash back, transaction
i bust back in a all black grand national
hoodrats in the project if you ask ’em
they wanna buy the world, 10 racks on they taxes
holiday cheers, sallie mae checks
with a bottle to the neck, get it how you live it
[verse 4: j. cole]
dreamville head honcho
b*tch, we came from nothin’ just like the big bang theory
the poverty stains kept the pain buried
and covered the shame with a dream
we would have fortune and fame
a mil’ in the bank, chameleon paint turned cranberry
now little jermaine got the same story
as that boy out of st. vincent*st. mary, g.o.a.t.
all hail king cole, first of his name, long may he reign
the boy got the throne, but you know it ain’t a game
ville n*gga, i was born in the same
pressure cooker that’s been known to bust a lump of coal and make a diamond
two six, we enrolled in reaganomics
crew sick, we the golden state of rhyming, on god

[verse 5: johnny venus]
you could die today, so be h*ll to pay
i’m a livin’, breathin’, schemin’ testimony
so don’t test me, homie, put the knee in h*rny
put a foot up that ass, you a steppin’ stone
all my n*ggas ain’t gettin’ no sleep
all of my n*ggas be chasin’ their dreams
ooh, i’m a force of nature, i can’t wait to date ya
i was havin’ problems ’til i had to break through
all my tattoos for sure, they ain’t never for show
might get tattooed on tour, tell ya ho get the door
spend my time makin’ love to your thoughts
gon’ get in line, baby, sl*t up your mind
it’s a brand new season, i’m a righteous heathen
i take on the challenge and i leave it bleedin’
i was down bad, now i’m even steven
and i’m leavin’, leavin’ every f*ckin’ weekend (oh)

[interlude]
we’re sorry

[hook: kendrick lamar]
yeah, they say i got the city on fire
i ain’t boomin’, that’s a godd*mn lie, woah
really doe, like really doe
really doe, like really doe
yeah, they say i got the city on fire
i ain’t boomin’, that’s a godd*mn lie, woah
really doe, like really doe
really doe, like really doe

[verse 6: eminem]
i used to be a man of the people
hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)
used to dream one day i’d be f*ckin’ pink like a flamingo (pink)
that was back when i smoked canibus
man, but it was tough, ’cause i was a fan of his
so it sucked to hand him his ass, but
yeah, lookin’ back on my feuds
how me and ja rule almost got cool
’cause we shot pool back in ’01
was it ’02? i don’t know, but
something told me f*ckin’ not to
then we got stuck in high school, i shoved an oscar up his wazoo
yeah, but i think of the rappers i slayed and buried like every night
and every career i might’ve k!lled, sometimes i say a prayer and i
wonder is there a heaven for a g? and if so, is the sanctuary nice?
studios for rap like coolio, shootin’ cr*ps at gangster’s paradise
huh, here a mic, there a mic
everywhere a mic, share and share alike
but just don’t compare alike
instead of comparin’ me, pick a fair fight
compare me to lightnin’, that similarity’s strikin’
compare me to jaws
compare me to manson, marilyn or charles
compare me to nas, biggie, or pac
do not compare me to that iggy b*tch
or all this f*ckin’ milli vanilli hip*hop
this is where all that silly sh*t stops
compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
the semi, the glock, 9 millis get c*cked, i’m sending a shot
don’t come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
compare me to meek, big wheelies get popped
one by one, compare ’em to scabs, i’m picking them off
they’re going home to f*ck nicki minaj, aw
compare me to diggity*das, yah
i’m hickity*hitting it raw, ha
in a beat up trailer, now
shady meets griselda
yeah, we linked up and we inked a deal
i got a beast, i will leash godzilla
how can we be so h*lla—copped a motherf*ckin’ attitude
i’m gonna need propellers
the chopper, the machine gun k!ller
gunn and the machine, the simi—larities
stop there between kelly and conway
but f*ck that little blond b*tch too
rip mac miller
but come and get it if you think that sh*t a—

- nitin randhawa lyrics

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