No Clue Doobie

Yea
Came up in that gutter I ain't have no loot
(Laughter)

[Chorus]
Came up in that gutter I ain't have no loot
How I'ma get these Jays I ain't have no clue
Where the hell is my Dad I ain't have no clue
I'm getting to that bag y'all can stagger to it
When my bitch gimme head that shit feel snagged-tooth
I'm on a whole 'nother level fuck yo magnitude
I rap bout being in them streets because I actually do
I keep shit a band you ain't gotta ask me to

[Verse: Doobie]
You ain't smoking my bud unless you match me too
Bands in the bank account and that mattress fu
I drop that act all in that Clearfruit that's that passion fruit
Don't ask me for no sip, for that I'm taxing too
Don't call me by my name you better ask for Doobie
Stop telling these niggas that you actually knew me
It's 2018 I'm on a whole new wave
This a new book on a new chapter with new pages
I used to barely scrape up dollars now I get blue faces
It's only the squad ain't no new faces
The court house steady trynna hit me with new cases
I drop a band on my lawyer he go Johnny Cage
All my niggas dying I need an O to blaze
Police brutality black-on-black it's a correlation
Government looking down on my whole race
But we gotta love ourselves in the first place