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Doubt Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Doubt Me was released on May 28, 2020 by Menace Records as a part of the album Pray For Them
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Release DateMay 28, 2020
LabelMenace Records
LanguageEnglish
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Valence
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Lyrics

Sit in this game, how are these rappers still fakin'?
They came to the game for the fame
I came to the game for the payments
Hey man, speakin' flames
I just came to spread the game with a fragrance
I see new and no heads, they hatin'
I say, "Fuck 'em", I'ma start ragin'
I came in, brotha don't doubt me
Lines off the phone with my brotha in a Audi
Had the O.G.s tryin' to scout me
The singer's talkin' lippy, get a mouth and a young rowdy
Oh, please know about me
I gave stees, I'm your breeze like a south sea
I want cheese, please believe I am out here
I can't leave, please believe I'm about it
Ooh, little mama in the North Face wind
Throwin' Gucci, got a lawyer for my court case
I'ma live a movie
What's a brothas tryna do to me?
It doesn't matter 'cause my brothas never suited me
You left a mans all shock with the therapy
Get, get some plans, or drop with a better me
Doc took my sedatives, a box, hid a better key
Loose on adrenaline, stop, I should let him be
Sit in this game, how are these rappers still fakin'?
They came to the game for the fame
I came to the game for the payments
Hey man, speakin' flames
I just came to spread the game with a fragrance
I see new and no heads, they hatin'
I say, "Fuck 'em", I'ma start ragin'
A North Face cap like I'm raidin'
They talk crap for the raid
So, I'm caged in, done stages of favours
Next year I'm waitin' to cut off the pagans
Catch from the top drawer straight to the savin's
Movin' that cold and it came from the Asians
Talkin' no hold, I'm still changin' the station
I'm caught in the cold, not a strife, 'cause I made it, they did
I got friends with intentions
Some good, some bad, what they mention
If it's good, then it's bad, 'cause it's temptin'
What they should do is just hold their intentions
I got a Serb and he knows him a henchman
Dumped in the earth, he ain't known for directions
This ain't the 'burbs, brotha, this is the Westlands
Peggin' your worth, brotha known for distraction, I double it
Sit in this game, how are these rappers still fakin'?
Sit in this game, how are these rappers still fakin'?
I know they're hopin' I fall off
Cut short like a sawn-off
Done port, done port, see I walked off
Done smell like a corks when it's gone off
If I've seen deaths and the stench, it ain't worn off
Tryna stay blessed, I ain't messed with the corners
Wanna stay west, but I'm testin' the waters
Tryna invest, so I'm stretchin' a four
I'll probably get the best for your daughters
I got friends with intentions
Some good, some bad, what they mention
If it's good, then it's bad, 'cause it's temptin'
What they should do is just hold their intentions
I got a Serb and he knows him a henchman
Dumped in the earth, he ain't known for directions
This ain't the 'burbs, brotha, this is the Westlands
Peggin' your worth, brotha known for distraction, I double it
Sit in this game, how are these rappers still fakin'?
They came to the game for the fame
I came to the game for the payments
Hey man, speakin' flames
I just came to spread the game with a fragrance
I see new and no heads, they hatin'
I say, "Fuck 'em", I'ma start ragin'
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