Even Doe lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Still need someone to talk-
(Boomin need extras)
Okay, 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga that cry
Be the onе to get rich, not the n*gga that die
Don't be the one to sit and wait, and be the n*gga that try
Between us and ghetto boys, n*ggas 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, n*gga, 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, n*gga)
(It's just rap, n*gga)
(Got foreign sh*t, just havin' that sh*t fasho, n*gga)
(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
n*ggas know I charge a lot, that's why the bag high, n*gga
Stomach bubble, but I'm takin' it further
Circle 'round like we lost, but we basically servin'
n*ggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and learnin'
(n*ggas greedy over pennies, I was livin' and-)
(Huh)
n*ggas never threw me thirty grams
Nobody came to Ray with hope, like, n*gga
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