doubt

Don't know wasn't a hit
Hit you up wasn't s
Jealous side didn't make you money
Tree didn't buy you Maseratis
Free wasn't Phire Philip's up, didn't hear lightyears much
(All that was no Confetti)
See Wetakkim wasn't too ready
For sure was a try, now she wants in my scrotum, bye
See me on that Ducati, I...
Don't speak too much, try to feed the people such
Lookin for trust we much, why i leave em in the dust
Why i bury the doubters, lookin for purpose, not found it
Are you aware of the cowards? (aware of the cowards)

Reals know the feel, most never will
Tryin to make a kill, you know i got the will
Couple milli, couple grand, heart attack in my hand
Didn't think i had a plan, but of yours i'm not a fan
See you actin like a Stan, and you kinda off brand

You think i drop by the rot, got a lot in her thought
And you can be bought, yeah you just got got
See i don't go with the crowd, and i'm not really loud
See me probably not much, analyzin such and such
Huntin truth, been writin, design it
Find my voice and mission, then sign it
What you know? can you grow? can you buy it?
Are you winnin? spend your life in it whinin?
Been the doubter, been the prophet, found the time was allotted
Find the purpose, find the greatest, Wetakkim

Reals know the feel, most never will
Tryin to make a kill, you know i got the will
Couple milli, couple grand, heart attack in my hand
Didn't think i had a plan, but of yours i'm not a fan
See you actin like a Stan, and you kinda off brand

Find me writin down thoughts, remember you can be bought
See you waitin in line, tryin to make up some rhymes
Keep on doubtin me, son cause you know i've already won



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Writer(s): Philip Quinn
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