Artist: Danny Brown f/ Ab-Soul, Earl Sweatshirt, Kendrick Lamar Album: Atrocity Exhibition Song: Really Doe Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Danny Brown] Check~! 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 [Ab-Soul] 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~! [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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...)