Even Doe

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) Still need someone to talk- (Boomin need extras) Okay, okay, tell me Even though I'm- Even though I'm gone, gone, gone I still need someone to talk to Okay [Verse 1] Gotta pay me for a walk through You know I still look out for who I'm close to I get my chance, you know I'm gon' shoot You can't be mad for what you should've, but you don't do I'm a boss, I want the bookbag and coat, too She ain't my bitch, I want her lower tent throat, too I been through it, I understand what niggas go through I make girls cheat, I understand what a hoe do (I do know this shit, though) Okay, teach my son to be a man, okay (Yeah) Teach my son to be a man, but no human lasts forever Remember me like Pac, want my name to last forevеr (Damn) Yeah, it's two things that I can't stand And that's a lying-ass woman and a nigga that cry Be the onе to get rich, not the nigga that die Don't be the one to sit and wait, and be the nigga that try Between us and ghetto boys, niggas ain't gettin' this high Other than me and Ri', who else in Flint gettin' this fly? Stack every feature dollar, shit, it sit in the sky On the road with lil' J, like "bro, it's just you and I" [Chorus] I been feelin' like I can't call home 'Cause I ain't got no one to talk to They gotta pay me for a walk through Step over the lil' shit, like a boss, I'm on [Verse 2] You don't get a second chance like cartoons You got a hot bend, pourin' up, nigga, car rules We zaza by the bag, got the jars too This ain't a bentayga or nothin', but we got cars, too (Couple cars, too, nigga) (It's just rap, nigga) (Got foreign shit, just havin' that shit fasho, nigga) (Got like fifteen chains or something, it's like-) Don't even try shootin' the bro, but here, remember last time Rappers tryna get they second breath, they need a half time Break a forty rock off the ball, look like a half dime Before you see me burnin', let the bag fry Ain't even gettin' on the plane, just let the bag fly Niggas know I charge a lot, that's why the bag high, nigga Stomach bubble, but I'm takin' it further Circle 'round like we lost, but we basically servin' Niggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and learnin' (Niggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and-) (Huh) Niggas never threw me thirty grams Nobody came to Ray with hope, like, nigga This the route we take to pull that money in But god had blessings for me Told myself to be a man 'Cause I ain't had no father to correct it for me I'm ahead of my time, for real I be thinkin' like I'm 50, crisp beard and fresh bills