Doin Me Trae tha Truth (Ft. Lil Bibby & Nipsey Hussle)

[Intro: Trae tha Truth]
Gyeah
Huh
Lots of fucker's a trip, mane

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I don't believe in half the gossip these niggas talkin'
You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me
Nigga, fuck you worried 'bout what I been doin'?
Instead of hatin', learn to keep it a G
I've been doin' me
It's all good, homie
It's all good, baby
Uhh

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Niggas nothin' like what the fuck I expected
Caught up in feelings 'cause they feelin' neglected
Since when this shit was cool?
But I guess these new niggas stuck in a wave of jealousy
I pray to God I don't get infected, solid I'm blessed to be
How the fuck you count another nigga's pockets, hatin' on 'em?
Either 'cause he shine or that woman you loved debatin' on 'em
Posted up talkin' in the hood or shoulda been NFL
Run inside of my zone, you'll get blitzed, wide-receiver ill
This Audemar say it's perfect timin' the, MV promise
Probably 'cause my hustle be punishin' niggas bein' honest
I guess this my fault 'cause I went out got what I needed, nigga
I know it's snakes, that's why this yard of mine is weeded, nigga
Everyone wanted these shoes, I hate to say they made to fit
Nothin' but a nigga known as King, fuck the bullshit
Follow my lead, I might just help you in your last days
And show you how the real niggas do it minus your fucked up plays