Louie Ray - Even Doe lyrics

[Intro] Marc Boomin, we miss you (Still need someone to talk-) (Okay, tell me) (Even though I'm-) (Even though I'm gone, gone, gone) (I still need someone to talk to) (Okay) [Verse 1] Gotta pay me for a walk through You know I still look out for who I'm close to I get my chance, you know I'm gon' shoot You can't be mad for what you should've, but you don't do I'm a boss, I want the bookbag and coat, too She ain't my b*tch, I want her lower tent throat, too I been through it, I understand what ni**as go through I make girls cheat, I understand what a hoe do (I do know this sh*t, though) Okay, teach my son to be a man, okay (Yeah) Teach my son to be a man, but no human lasts forever Remember me like Pac, want my name to last forevеr (Damn) Yeah, it's two things that I can't stand And that's a lying-ass woman and a ni**a that cry Be the onе to get rich, not the ni**a that die Don't be the one to sit and wait, and be the ni**a that try Between us and ghetto boys, ni**as ain't gettin' this high Other than me and Ri', who else in Flint gettin' this fly? Stack every feature dollar, sh*t, it sit in the sky On the road with lil' J, like "bro, it's just you and I" [Chorus] I been feelin' like I can't call home 'Cause I ain't got no one to talk to They gotta pay me for a walk through Step over the lil' sh*t, like a boss, I'm on [Verse 2] You don't get a second chance like cartoons You got a hot bend, pourin' up, ni**a, car rules We zaza by the bag, got the jars too This ain't a bentayga or nothin', but we got cars, too (Couple cars, too, ni**a) (It's just rap, ni**a) (Got foreign sh*t, just havin' that sh*t fasho, ni**a) (Got like fifteen chains or something, it's like-) Don't even try shootin' the bro, but here, remember last time Rappers tryna get they second breath, they need a half time Break a forty rock off the ball, look like a half dime Before you see me burnin', let the bag fry Ain't even gettin' on the plane, just let the bag fly ni**as know I charge a lot, that's why the bag high, ni**a Stomach bubble, but I'm takin' it further Circle 'round like we lost, but we basically servin' ni**as greedy over pennies, I was livin' and learnin' (ni**as greedy over pennies, I was livin' and-) (Huh) ni**as never threw me thirty grams Nobody came to Ray with hope, like, ni**a This the route we take to pull that money in But god had blessings for me Told myself to be a man 'Cause I ain't had no father to correct it for me I'm ahead of my time, for real I be thinkin' like I'm 50, crisp beard and fresh bills