Justin 'J.U.S' Gaines - Really Doe lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny Brown] You n***as 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 Smoking 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 s**in' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedules Rolling up them vegetables Rapping 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 n***a livin' good I done made it out the hood Think I'm goin' back? I wish a motherf**er would [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Yeah, they say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Still wicked as Aleister, Crowley n***as know me well For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell When you're getting money, n***a, every day is sunny I'ma act an a** on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that b**h 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 f** Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer With ambitions of a rider, and half the sh** on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the s*uts (chyeah) Givenchy bikers with the rev rips Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips Soulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition Oh yeah, now a n***a livin' good But good could be better I wish a motherf**er would [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Yeah, they say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Bridge: 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 you crying Silence sittin' in the dark Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart Sin is such a work of art Watch out for the love lost [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand Things a n***a do for thousands Made a million counting sheep Gave it all to public housin' Taking off to Abu Dhabi Beamin' up the motor, Scotty Talking to promoters, Scotty Everybody know it's Gotti Murder one, you've heard of them The rev undid, the all day madness Got it off the wipe it 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 b**h is way beyond basic That's life insurance, car insurance, good p**y insurance Ayy, look what we're enduring Ayy, ridin' in foreigns Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch But it's the real watch and that b**h 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, uh [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe They say I got the city on fire I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah Really doe, like really doe Really doe, like really doe [Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt] Good, hood I wish you motherf**in' would Listen, wish a motherf**er would, Brown I had to put my foot down It's like I'm popping 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 n***a 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 f** And I never pa** my mama no blunt And kept my hair straight Listen deadweight never been a problem to dunk Look, I just broke up with my b**h 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 the same motherf**er 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?" Motherf**er