[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 n***as talkin'
You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me
N***a, 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]
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***a'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' n***as bein' honest
I guess this my fault 'cause I went out got what I needed, n***a
I know it's snakes, that's why this yard of mine is weeded, n***a
Everyone wanted these shoes, I hate to say they made to fit
Nothin' but a n***a known as King, fuck the bullshit
Follow my lead, I might just help you in your last days
And show you how the real n***as do it minus your fucked up plays
[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talkin'
You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me
N***a, 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

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
I'm sick like throw up, Bibby got his dough up
Soon as you blow up, n***as wanna show up
I do this shit for real with my youngins from the field
Said the word, get 'em killed and all of our mouths sealed, yeah
Fuck a closed door, bitch, I got the master key
N***as talk 'bout blastin' me, I think the devil's after me
Shit was lookin' bad for me
Though she was a crackhead, I thank my mom for havin' me
Old head told me, "Get up off your ass, B"
Got up off my ass, turned the ounces to a half a P
Why you n***as mad at me?
No limit did it all for my brothers
Couple homies turn to suckas and show off they true colors, fuck 'em
Damn, I ain't even trippin', these n***as bitches
Been portrayed so many times it's hard to trust
Kemosabe grade A n***a, all we got is us, haah?
[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talkin'
You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me
N***a, 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

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, I relate too much
Hope you make it, just don't make too much
Kept it real, these n***as fake as fuck
And it's gon' change you up
Gave you game and, yeah, it made you tough
Too tricky though, so stay for what?
I used to take the bus
Get too loose, I had to tape you up
But I was grindin' and savin' up
I did my thang or what? Foreign-somethin' with amazin' thrust
I pressed the gas in my favorite Chucks, look
Shout out this kush that I'm blazin' up
And the fact I ate steak for lunch
I wish my biggest haters know my cake is up
Kill my worst enemies with my favorite gun
Yeah, and that's the vision
Makin' no apologies for how I'm livin'
Look, I had to get it
Give a fuck how n***as feel, that's not my business
[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I don't believe in half the gossip these n***as talkin'
You ask me? That some female shit, I'm just doin' me
N***a, 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

[Outro: Lil Bibby]
Uhh
Muhfucka I've been doin me
Yo problems ain't got shit to do wit' me
Yeah, I had to get it on my own, dawg
Haters steady callin' so I had to cut the phone off