Speedy Recovery

(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Ay, Nick, I ain't gon' even lie, my nigga, I'm feelin' good
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Haha, I mean, considering, you know?
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
What I ain't overcame?
(You don't know what you're doing to yourself)
The Jack Guy

Before you call him a snitch, I need to see his discovery
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
While everybody wishin' the kid a speedy recovery
Most of these youngins in the street just because of me
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Think it's all fun and games 'til they six feet up under you
Hear no, see no, speak no evil or fuckery
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Never dumb, deaf or blind, feel like Stevie, I'm wonderful
Type of nigga shoot to the V with Kentucky Blue

(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Told Goo, "These niggas might not see me for a month or two"
These dick-suckers rather see me in custody
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
But in all honesty, this what a twenty-year run'll do
And niggas ain't got it, so how the fuck is you judgin' me?
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Got a old-school handle on the rock, I think I'm Uncle Drew
Never met a plug can say that he fronted me

(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Starin' through my rearview, it's hard to see what's in front of you
It ain't a soul that I can trust more than Double Dee
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Or no woman that's gon' ever love me like my mother do
What else?

(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Never have, never will
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Never had a clue
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Sit back and take notes (Oh, I know what I'm doin')
(You don't know what you're doin' to yourself)
What else?

All of these bitches too uppity, but in real life to me, they really not even fuckable
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Most of these niggas try to act like they cut as me; on some real shit
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
When it comes to these bitches, they gullible
Know what you doin'; didn't know she was fuckin' me
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Always textin' me, I never hit her back - she a bugaboo
Two pints of Wock, me and all might pour up a three in a cranberry apple
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Turn a Snapple to jungle juice

I let these niggas run they mouth while I run the street
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Thought he knew what he was doin', really didn't know what to do
I know what you thinkin', my nigga: who the fuck is me?
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Same time, I'm wonderin' the same: who the fuck is you?
Niggas ain't gang, it's on with them, know it's up with me

(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Been damn near gettin' money for free since I learned how to turn one to two
Send a couple few hundred racks out the DoubleTree
(You don't know what you're doin' to yourself)
And took some of the coldest I always ever down at the W
It's Jack, Jack

(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Never have, never will
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Never had a clue
(You don't know what you're doin' to your– and you don't know what you're doin')
Sit back and take notes
(You don't know what you're doin' to yourself)
What else?



Credits
Writer(s): James Clay Jones Iii, Nicholas Craven
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