Kanye West - Doing Fine
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So sick of niggas
I want money like Cosby who wouldn’t
It’s this kind of talk that make me think
You probably ain’t got no pudding
Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail
You in the streets nigga
Make your move get your get your mail
Niggas are coastin’ the S.L. but can’t post bail
Niggas are roast the L.
But scared to throw your toast well
I am here to tell niggas it ain’t all swell
There’s heaven then there’s hell niggas
One day your cruisin’ in ya seven
Next day your sweatin’ forgetin’ your lies
Alibis ain’t matchin’ up, bullshit catchin’ up
Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle
Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin’ ain’t you
Ready to start snitchin’ ain’t you
I forgive your weak ass hustlin’ just ain’t you
Aside from the fast cars
Hunnies that shake they ass at bars
You know you wouldn’t be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller’s
East-coast bodiers, west-coast cap peelers
Little monkey niggas turn gorilla’s
Stopped in the station filled up on noctane
And now they not sane, and not playin’
That goes without sayin’
Slangin’ day in and day out
With money playin’ then they play you out
Tryin’ to escape my own mind
Lurkin’ the enemy representin’ infinite
With presidencies you know
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