Doctor, Doctor

Dirty ass hoodie with a ski mask on

Money on my mind, I'm finna get me some

I hit a lick for six zips, gotta flip like four

Stash one and use the last one to put on the bro

Easy, it's game greasy, but learn to keep your hands clean

Cuz if you dibble and dabble, your destiny's are felonies

What the fuck is **** tellin' me? I took that road

So I can see it in your soul that you ain't that bold

We was sleepin' by the stove, you ever been that cold

The homie's gone, I thank God that I lived this long

And ain't nan **** put me on, is you stoned

I did it on my own, I'm that brother that built Rome

Doctor, doctor, he's imposter, ain't no rookies on my roster

It's G's and mobsters, street **** with a plot

It was cops versus robbers, kick a door and get the dough

And then we divvy up dollars

Aone trippin' again, he in the field with the fire, you think he pitchin' a tent

Shinin' hard, he probably product pitchin' again

Big bags, white and fluffy like the Michelin, man

You hit the court and played ball and started mentionin' friends

I hit the yard, goin' hard, my reputation legit

And ain't no fakin' this shit, you either out or you win

So if this rappin' ain't crackin, I'm baggin powder again

And I done devious deeds and it was all for the green

But I ain't takin' it back, so I'ma stand on things

And when my time come, I'm hoping I got the blam on me

Cause I ain't goin' out alone, that's on granny and them

It took time, but fuck it I'm timeless

I got it poppin, and stuck to the process

Started in the gutter, but look at the progress

Try and knock me off my pivot I'm trippin' like Artest