Doin Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Trae tha Truth] Gyeah Huh Lots of fucker's a trip, mane [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I don't believe in half the gossip these niggas talkin' You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me Nigga, fuck you worried 'bout what I been doin'? Instead of hatin', learn to keep it a G I've been doin' me It's all good, homie It's all good, baby Uhh [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Niggas nothin' like what the fuck I expected Caught up in feelings 'cause they feelin' neglected Since when this shit was cool? But I guess these new niggas stuck in a wave of jealousy I pray to God I don't get infected, solid I'm blessed to be How the fuck you count another nigga's pockets, hatin' on 'em? Either 'cause he shine or that woman you loved debatin' on 'em Posted up talkin' in the hood or shoulda been NFL Run inside of my zone, you'll get blitzed, wide-receiver ill This Audemar say it's perfect timin' the, MV promise Probably 'cause my hustle be punishin' niggas bein' honest I guess this my fault 'cause I went out got what I needed, nigga I know it's snakes, that's why this yard of mine is weeded, nigga Everyone wanted these shoes, I hate to say they made to fit Nothin' but a nigga known as King, fuck the bullshit Follow my lead, I might just help you in your last days And show you how the real niggas do it minus your fucked up plays [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I don't believe in half the gossip these niggas talkin' You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me Nigga, fuck you worried 'bout what I been doin'? Instead of hatin', learn to keep it a G I've been doin' me It's all good, homie It's all good, baby [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] I'm sick like throw up, Bibby got his dough up Soon as you blow up, niggas wanna show up I do this shit for real with my youngins from the field Said the word, get 'em killed and all of our mouths sealed, yeah Fuck a closed door, bitch, I got the master key Niggas talk 'bout blastin' me, I think the devil's after me Shit was lookin' bad for me Though she was a crackhead, I thank my mom for havin' me Old head told me, "Get up off your ass, B" Got up off my ass, turned the ounces to a half a P Why you niggas mad at me? No limit did it all for my brothers Couple homies turn to suckas and show off they true colors, fuck 'em Damn, I ain't even trippin', these niggas bitches Been portrayed so many times it's hard to trust Kemosabe grade A nigga, all we got is us, haah? [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I don't believe in half the gossip these niggas talkin' You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me Nigga, fuck you worried 'bout what I been doin'? Instead of hatin', learn to keep it a G I've been doin' me It's all good, homie It's all good, baby [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Look, I relate too much Hope you make it, just don't make too much Kept it real, these niggas fake as fuck And it's gon' change you up Gave you game and, yeah, it made you tough Too tricky though, so stay for what? I used to take the bus Get too loose, I had to tape you up But I was grindin' and savin' up I did my thang or what? Foreign-somethin' with amazin' thrust I pressed the gas in my favorite Chucks, look Shout out this kush that I'm blazin' up And the fact I ate steak for lunch I wish my biggest haters know my cake is up Kill my worst enemies with my favorite gun Yeah, and that's the vision Makin' no apologies for how I'm livin' Look, I had to get it Give a fuck how niggas feel, that's not my business [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I don't believe in half the gossip these niggas talkin' You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me Nigga, fuck you worried 'bout what I been doin'? Instead of hatin', learn to keep it a G I've been doin' me It's all good, homie It's all good, baby [Outro: Lil Bibby] Uhh Muhfucka I've been doin me Yo problems ain't got shit to do wit' me Yeah, I had to get it on my own, dawg Haters steady callin' so I had to cut the phone off