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Artist: Danny Brown f/ Ab-Soul, Earl Sweatshirt, Kendrick Lamar
Album:  Atrocity Exhibition 
Song:   Really Doe
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Danny Brown]
You niggas don't even know, all that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin', show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo, smokin' 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
Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals
I be on them chemicals, she be on my testicles
Poked her with my tentacle then put her out my schedules
Rollin' up them vegetables, rappin' 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 coppin' dubs to try and roll up 4
Now a nigga livin' good, I done made it out the hood
Think I'm goin' back? I wish a motherfucker would

[Chorus 2X: Kendrick Lamar]
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

Check, suh! Ayy, yeah

Still wicked as Aleister, Crowley, niggas know me well
For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell
When you're gettin' money nigga, every day is sunny
I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail
Second grade, took my momma weddin' 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 don't even want
The Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah!)
Givenchy bikers with the rev rips
Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick (chyeah!)
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Hoe the prophecies, +Atrocities, Exhibition+ (chyeah!)
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better, I wish a motherfucker would
... Soul~!


[Kendrick Lamar]
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 ya
cryin' silent sittin' in the dark, holdin' 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 nigga 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've heard of them, the revenant, the all day madness
Got it off the white but 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 way beyond basic, that's, life insurance, car insurance
Good, pussy insurance, ayy, look what we're endurin'
Ayy, ridin' in foreigns, ayy, 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 stops, uhh


[Earl Sweatshirt]
Good, hood
I wish a motherfucker, 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 are we lockin' it up?
And I'm the type of nigga 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 pass my momma no blunt, and kept my hair straight
Listen deadweight, never been a problem to dump
Look I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough
I keep it dirty as a spliff, my uncle Alchemist puff
I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the 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 that 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 (fucker, fucker, fucker...)