Trae Tha Truth - Doin Me lyrics

[Hook] What the f** is the truth like? I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talking You ask me, this some female sh**, I'm just doing me n***a f** you worry about what I been doing Instead of hating, learn to keep it a G I've been doing me It's all good homie It's all good baby Uhh [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] n***as lifting like what the f** I expected Caught up they feelings cause they feeling neglected Since when this sh** was cooling sh** But I guess these little n***as stuck in a wave of jealousy I pray to God I don't get infected solid I'm blessed to be How the f** you count another n***a's pockets hating on em Either cause he shining that woman you loved to bathe on em Posted up talkin in the hood Though shoulda been in the field Right inside of my zone you get blitzed while I receive a ill The thought of posse is perfect timing the MV promise Probably cause my hustle be punishing n***as being honest I guess this my fault cause I win I got what I needed n***a I know its snakes that's why this your mind is weeded n***a Everyone wanted these shoes, I hate to say they made to fit Nothin but a n***a known as King, f** the bullsh** Follow my lead I might just help you in your last days And show you how the real n***as do it minus your f**ed up plays [Hook] What the f** is the truth like? I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talking You ask me, this some female sh**, I'm just doing me n***a f** you worry about what I been doing Instead of hating, learn to keep it a G I've been doing me It's all good homie It's all good baby Uhh [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] I'm sick like throw up Bibby got his dough up Soon as you blow up n***as wanna show up I do this sh** for real with my youngins from the field Said a word get em k**ed And all of our mouths sealed, Yeah f** a closed door b**h I got the master key n***as talk bout blastin me I think the devil's after me sh** was lookin bad for me Though she was a crackhead I thank my mom for havin me Only they told me Get up off your a**, B Got up off my a** Turn the ounces to a half a pea Why you n***as mad at me? No limit did it all for my brothers Couple homies turn to s**as And show off they true colors, f** em Damn, I ain't even tripping These n***as b**hes Been portrayed so many times its hard to trust Kemosabe grade A n***a all we got is us huh? [Hook] What the f** is the truth like? I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talking You ask me, this some female sh**, I'm just doing me n***a f** you worry about what I been doing Instead of hating, learn to keep it a G I've been doing me It's all good homie It's all good baby Uhh [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Look I relate too much Hope you make it just don't make too much Kept it real these n***as fake as f** And its gonna change you up Gave you game and yeah it made you tough Too tricky though so stay for what? I used to take the bus Get too loose I had to tape you up But I was grindin and savin up I did my take around for a somethin wit amazing thrust I pressed the gas in my favrite chucks Shout it this kush that I'm blazin up And the fact I ate stake for lunch I wish my biggest haters know my cake is up k** my worst enemies wit my favrite gun Yeah, and that's the vision Makin no apologies for how I'm livin Look I had to get it Give a f** how n***as feel that's not my business [Hook] What the f** is the truth like? I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talking You ask me, this some female sh**, I'm just doing me n***a f** you worry about what I been doing Instead of hating, learn to keep it a G I've been doing me It's all good homie It's all good baby Uhh [Outro] It's all good homie It's all good baby Uhh Muhf**a I've been doin me Yo problems ain't got sh** to do wit me Yeah I had to get it on my own dawg Had a steady caller so I had to cut the phone off