Lyrics Doing Me - Konata Small, Marty, Deraj

Doing Me

Tell me how you really feel doh
I been doin' this for real now
told me I’m a real one
So she went and got your boy a deal now
Now I’m comin' out the wood works
I know you never thought it would work
And people callin' me a nice guy, aye
I can really be a good jerk
I’m just tryin' to confess to it
And I got people who’ll attest to it
My day ones and my A1s, yeah
I keep ‘em close like I’m next to ‘em
So if you catch me in the end zone
I’m celebratin' with the kin folk
Cause if I’m winnin' than we all winnin'
Yeah you, even in the friend zone
Yeah, all my people in the friend zone
Well I don’t really mean the friend zone
I’m talkin' people in the circle fam'
Like the circle on a Benzo
Everybody else can get gone
I’ma do it ‘til the pen broke
I ain’t listenin' to them folk
Man I been dope and I’m still dope
Read your word man it says so
But if you really want a test though
Hey Psalm 1−3-9 verse 14 if you wanna text though
Grace grace grace grace, uh
See it all up in my face, uh
Man I see it every day, uh
I’m just giving you a taste
Hey what they say
Hey what they say
I hear ya comin' from a mile away
Don’t try to tell me who I ought’a be
You know I’m doin' me
Cause I keep doin' me
I keep doin' me
Cause can’t nobody do it quite like me
Cause can’t nobody do it quite like me
Tell me how you really feel doh
I’ma kill ‘em with the real now
So if they ask if I’m up to it
Yeah I’m up to it but I’m still down
I ain’t really got no chill now
Plus I feel the trillest on the ville now
I been sick, I’m ill now
Guess I’ma sermon on a hill now
Aye, this something to celebrate aye aye
I already won so I don’t ever debate
Like I told wifey, baby I’m still on the way
And I been through hell
This feel like heaven today
Some’ll celebrate it witchu
Some of them will try to dis' you
Man some of them will try to hug and kiss you
While they try to stab you with a ginsu
I already got my issues
And you don’t really want ‘em witchu
You don’t really want these issues, baby
Yeah, ‘cause ain’t no tellin' where I could’a been
I prolly tell you where I should’a been
I just thank God I ain’t layin' in the box that they try to put him in
That’s Grace grace grace grace, uh
See it all up in my face, man
I swear I see it every day, yeah
I’m just giving you a taste
Hey what they say
Hey what they say
I hear ya comin' from a mile away
Don’t try to tell me who I ought’a be
You know I’m doin' me
Cause I keep doin' me
I keep doin' me
Cause can’t nobody do it quite like me
Cause can’t nobody do it quite like me
Tell me how you really feel
Tell me how you really feel
Ex lookin' like
Rappers lookin' like chill
Need a four course meal
Brown rice,
I should be dead
You know that grace for real
Nobody gave us nut’in
Sometimes I’m all alone
You know it’s gang season
I need a Gucci clone
But it will all work out
Somehow it always does
I’m on that love of God
We on some diff’rent drugs, huh
I crashed my Civic in a US Bank
Then used the insurance to pay off all our interest rates, great
Yeah, grew up in the land of snakes
But if I cut my grass short everything will be okay
Pray, every day without ceasin'
And make my family proud and give them something to believe in
Leave a legacy although I might not get to see them
‘Cause when I see those pearly gates there’s no way I can sneak in
Hey what they say
Hey what they say
I hear ya comin' from a mile away
Don’t try to tell me who I ought’a be
You know I’m doin' me
Cause I keep doin' me
I keep doin' me
Cause can’t nobody do it quite like me
Cause can’t nobody do it quite like me