Doubt Me

I doubt myself more than you could know But I'm also prouder of myself than I can let show Woah woa Think about it, when you're thrivin' (thrivin') They'll all be about it ('bout it) Then when you're strugglin' and got nothin' no one'll be around you (around ya) A leader's not defeatist Not one to stop competing If he loses, if he loses He's back at it next season Believe that you're a legend Believe you see potential No second guessin' or else they won't believe you've got a dream worth remembering Stop, drop, and roll (Get down) Holy shit the house is on fire Holy tits the place's going up in flames Gotta say this is probably gonna be on the news and I'm bettin' the fucking front page There's your girl right there looking like a star up on the stage And watch her how she moves somebody quick get her an agent Amazing face and tonight she's ridin' with me entertaining this Named her little Miss Knock You Dead With a Kiss so great and painful call it Immediate addiction to the chase She's naked wylin' no clothes on Rikers Island the boy's bars strong I'm paying costs the boss gonna need to hear that applause No baby gagas oops I got that kind of wrong Never matter I'm that rapper throwin' shakas never bothered the mantra (hang loose) This one or that one? I can't choose cause I'm plastered so I'll take two with a napkin to clean it up Once I've had it I beat it up cause I'm 'bout it Gettin' rough and I'm rowdy I hit then dip and it's outti I doubt myself but don't doubt me Waitin' all alone Waitin' all alone Coming out swinging through the door And when is the right time? When is the right time? I'm betting each second that it's now So sit down cause you're not making hits pal People jumping up onboard well oh well You're not my dog fo'real (fo'real) Even though you're chasing my tail (my tail) I'm yanking your chain Nope, it's just a joke cause I see nothang Around your throat where it's 'sposed to hang Hey so I take the piss so what? It's not a test but if it was Yeah you'd get an F You can kick rocks home while your chick drops dome Got a sick barcode and a fifth patron ooh And I mix it with a little bit of rhythm Then I sprinkle on a little pinch of wrong And damn all these girls always feelin' our vision Losing themselves at the end of the song

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