DopantBeats - Just Fine lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Uh huh [Hook] Look I've been on my grind Since a youngin, still a youngin, that ain't much time But wit these youngins k**in youngins that's enough crime To make me feel I ain't got much time Keep faith in your god boy I trust mine Keep, faith in your god boy I trust mine Keep, faith in your god boy I trust mine So, against the odds I'll be just fine, just fine [Verse 1] Hands in my pockets head down I ain't moping Just thought I felt a few bills get real I was loafin Foreal I was hoping, maybe I was on the come up Don't dwell on these long nights because somewhere there's a sun up And I'm, gon rise and shine with it If time is money spend it On doing somethin u love, don't waste it being timid Go after what you crave cause life'll do its best impersonation of David Blaine And, pa** you by and forget to wave Never stay in my lane Shawty f** what they sayin, cause dotted lines ain't meant to restrain When you're old and you're graying That's when hope'll be slain, don't wait till no longer Able then you gon need a Kane Obvious biblical reference I want my shot, these other n***as scared of the Tetan*s I'm betting this, make others sound slow This underground flow, but I swear the man upstairs is blessing this I'm stressing that (Yeah) [Hook] I've been on my grind Since a youngin, still a youngin, that ain't much time But wit these youngins k**in youngins that's enough crime To make me feel I ain't got much time Keep faith in your god boy I trust mine Keep, faith in your god boy I trust mine Keep, faith in your god boy I trust mine So, against the odds I'll be just fine, just fine [Verse 2] Giving momma what I can, tryna be a man Rap and stay true to who I am, tryna take a stand Against the phonies and their foolery, ain't foolin me Im, building that real, pen and paper be the toolery Man who is he? Shocked n***as that went to school with me Nobody pictured that quiet n***a from period 2 or 3, flowin so fluidly Homie no Putt-Putt Golf, boy this is to a T Perfected it losing sleep Don't need ya to gas me up, I can do this on E Won't pop Molly still sweat, probably hardly makes sense Just perspire, spit that fire till I'm hotter than a dog from Oscar Meyer Boy now Africa's the temp, that's my Habesha descent Man I'm just tryna vent, with a pa**ion In wit the good, out with badness Ain't living lavish Still pray reaper never catch this Cause life is Precious, you come for my fat black b**h I'm blasting (BLAOW!!) [Hook] I've been on my grind Since a youngin, still a youngin, that ain't much time But wit these youngins k**in youngins that's enough crime To make me feel I ain't got much time Keep faith in your god boy I trust mine Keep, faith in your god boy I trust mine Keep, faith in your god boy I trust mine So, against the odds I'll be just fine, just fine