RoseRoyce Rique - Doubted

I don't give a fuck
Tell them niggas
I tried to tell em
Yeah
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
My struggles
They don't know
About it
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
One too many loses
Dope game
Never was too friendly
With my cocaine
She got buzzed
Then fucked
On the whole gang
We ran it up
Off drugs
And gave em
No names
Had niggas lined up
Like soul train
Get yo block
Lined up
For a whole thang
If you tryna
Shoot yo shot
You in no range
Run up on you
Spin yo top
Bitch
In close range
I ain't tryna
Duck shots
Bitch I call em
You ain't checking
What you got
If you balling
Had forties
Glocks
Revolvers
Boy we all in
Dish it out
Make it back
Why you stalling
I'm tryna make sure
It can't
Fit in a wallet
I smoke
A few eighths a day
That's just my tolerance
While busting checks
Tryna pay my way
Through college
I push my debt
To the limit
Fuck the mileage
Yeah
Yeah
And fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
My struggles
They don't know
About it
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
They don't spit
Like me
I feel it
In my soul
Everything I dream
Will come to life
I know
Put on
For my team
And give em
Ice on gold
Know that
When I do it
I want sale my soul
Know that
If they using
I'm a
Sale it to em
Make sure
Before I die
I get myself insured
These haters
Tryna take me
From my baby girls
Candy paint the swirl
Smoke the dank
And earl
Try not to faint
It's early
I hope
My timing early
And they just
Catch it late
If they investigate
I'm going
Back to state
So what
I graduated
Barely made it
In class faded
The cash made it
I chose
The path to slang it
How you
Bite the hand
That feed you
When he
Cut the cake
I hope all rats
Die on time
And never late
But right before
They do
I spit this
In they fucking face
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
My struggles
They don't know
About it
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
They don't know
What it takes
They don't know
About it
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
Fuck you
To yo face
If you ever doubted
Everything I dream
Will come to life
I know
I feel it
In my soul

Written by:
CLYDE AL' TARIQUE TURNER

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