I woke up not feeling so SEGA, not even like a player. Honestly, I wanted to be the Alpha Omega. The destroyer of the planet and existence, either with weapons or my very own sentences. I mind my business but I end the business with a stupendous spliff. Let me get higher than the very concept of desire, and I'll set everything on fire. I told n***as I was thinking retirement because I don't give a sh**. All they told me was "Charles, you gotta throw a fit. Knock 'em out the box like you riding out with with Rick." So I do the Dougie every time a new n***a come in the game, especially if they say they love me. Shouts to Gambino and to Lil' B, but be real with yourself when you say you're feeling me. k** 'em, B!
Dear Dr. Doom...Impossible! Y'all gotta get it together!
Dear Dr. Doom...Impossible! I do this sh** forever
Dear Dr. Doom... I read your recent letter
You left some room, I hope you're feeling better
Dr. Doom doesn't care about you, he simply has a staring bout with the truth. You give me the truth, don't worry about my inner skeleton. I will never go to Hell again. Bending up tracks and throwing them sh**s at fans. Like get back man, I got a 6-pack and when I get stabbed in the abdomen nothing really happens. But I be rapping from the cap and I'm the captain of this entire chatting sh**. I run conversations like mouths. n***as want to get down as I douse. Get as high as you can but I doubt you can really plot on your man, but find out. No one really bothering and when I come out of my little pocket I'm going to shout. Cause nobody can hear me when I try to keep it humble, 'til I make everything crumble
Dear Dr. Doom...Impossible! Y'all gotta get it together!
Dear Dr. Doom...Impossible! I do this sh** forever
Dear Dr. Doom... I read your recent letter
You left some room, I hope you're feeling better
I don't brag about being the CEO of existence. I just keep my E-G-O in a sentence and put White-Out over it. Every time I say "Lights out!" and sober a b**h when she wants to spit. It's only a female inspiring a dude to rap, while I fire at the dude and fire the dude from rap. What am I gonna do when you guys ruin a track? Make a track that I can move and then I move the track. I can do the Trap thing if I want to, but I'ma be the one they go to. So on "Two," let me stay in isolation with my wack sh**. By the way, I don't mind if this is cla**ic. I just keep my mind away from that sh**. I got a good track record, and that's it. I wrapped it! Try to come back and sh**. I'll snap your hips, snatch your lips and kiss my dick with it
Dear Dr. Doom...Impossible! Y'all gotta get it together!
Dear Dr. Doom...Impossible! I do this sh** forever
Dear Dr. Doom... I read your recent letter
You left some room, I hope you're feeling better