Doc Will - Dotted Lines lyrics

[Intro] f** you n***as. I don't know you. Won't pretend to [Verse 1: Doc Will] Had to cut the sh** and make a f**ing come up At the house, had to order up the takeout I've got money doing tricks at Wells Fargo And've got money somewhere special at the safe house Me and Kirsch watching numbers: doing stakeouts If you ain't talking ‘bout the money I can't make out It's all love. Keep it real, it's hard to hate me Except them girls' names in red trying to date me [Chorus: Doc Will] If I told you that I'm busy then I mean that Got to run my f**ing city and I mean that Close friends turned to foes, yeah, I've seen that But I'm a boss: I don't bounce, I just lean back If I told you that I'm busy then I mean that Got to run my f**ing city and I mean that Close friends turned to foes, yeah, I've seen that But I'm a boss: I don't bounce, I just lean back [Verse 2] Shouts to Austin, I've got friends out in Texas f** your section, where're friends with direction? Can't love a woman who be friends with their exes If you're fake go make friends with the exit Ain't scared to get my hands dirty that's the job, hoe If you ain't running with the U, then YOU the prob', hoe Had to empty out the 40, that's the sob, hoe Introduce you to my mans, there the lob go I'm too on like the 1st and my bills paid But blogs telling me I'm rapping like the rent's due Popping in a city I ain't even been to Fucl you n***as. I don't know you. Won't pretend to [Chorus: Doc Will] If I told you that I'm busy then I mean that Got to run my f**ing city and I mean that Close friends turned to foes, yeah, I've seen that But I'm a boss: I don't bounce, I just lean back If I told you that I'm busy then I mean that Got to run my f**ing city and I mean that Close friends turned to foes, yeah, I've seen that But I'm a boss: I don't bounce, I just lean back [Bridge] World on my shoulders, don't cry to me Stare in my soul when you lie to me Hands off the wheel when I drive I just hope that it's God and not someone else guiding me [Verse 3] And Shout out to my city, I'm the coldest n***a 71 in the winter I feel the pressure. Ask me anything and I'll make an effort to keep it open with you Just don't ask me ‘bout Grip, ‘cause I don't know that n***a No time for close friends to come crying to me Wouldn't have thought I'd have so many people buy into me Men in my family would tell me that they were hustling but, now I know how it feels, can't help but think that they were lying to me Man I most respect cried on me Not to mention the woman of my dreams died on me When I stopped sleeping Seems like when money talks everybody stops speaking Now I only see my son every other weekend Even money costs – how ironic Feels like I'm one con away from being iconic Because half of me feels like this college kid with no voice The other half's a street n***a with no choice I swear I ain't never leaving I think this music sh**'s going to make me a legend One thing I learned from the game is that you're playing for keeps You put your heart into this game just know you're playing for keeps, n***a