Doing Fine

S.A.S

Yo Haze, who they better than 
I'm a veteran 
Now they say "Yo, he tryna be American" 
That's a joke, you a wanker with no skills 
May is dope, and his gangster is so real 
Plus, who run the town like we 
I have New York writers tryna sound like me 
From a what to a where 
A clap to a grin 
Hot to this shit, feds of a Loc to a Crip 
Hid the game, I'm here now, the blitzers came 
Glist the chain, driveby with the Range 
See back in New York I would flip the 'caine 
And hit the strip with bricks 'til them chips exchanged 
See Funk Flex to Dame, Cam'ron and Jimmy, yes 
Fred and E, the whole gang is with me 
If you didn't listen then, understand me now 
Dipset, Roc-A-Fella, we family now, ow 

Ma, just a little letter from your son 
Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine 
Everyday on the block 
Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind 
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills) 
You know that your sons heart is real (so real) 
So stick with me, I'ma get those mils 
And make sure that success is sealed 
You hear me holla at ya 

We G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R 
I never had a dream of being a rock star 
I'm a block star 
Flip yay, get paid errday 
Hoppin' in and out of hot cars, come on 
That's why I say to the hoes 
"Let's roll 'round town, so hop in my six and roll 
around, come on" 
And we can take it to the hills, we can chill 
I work with the piff, you working my dick 
Now neck, neck, yeah, yeah 
That's how I get wit' 'em, neck in 'em 
Leave a little me's a little vex in 'em 
Yeah I'm disrespectin' 'em 
Now I'm with R-O-C, they wanna F wit' him 
When I was broke, didn't want sex wit' him 
No interest in him 
Wouldn't invest in him 
Now my pinky, wrist, and neck blingin' 
They drink my kids, cheers, that was excellent 

Ma, just a little letter from your son 
Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine 
Everyday on the block 
Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind 
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills) 
You know that your sons heart is real (so real) 
So stick with me, I'ma get those mils 
And make sure that success is sealed 
You hear me holla at ya 

Yo this is heartfelt, it's what my heart felt 
I spit heat to the beat, make your heart melt 
I'm the author, like cancer I'm so I'll 
I've been grindin' and rhyming with no deal 
Tryna be me, I ain't into TT 
What you thinkin' I'm flossin' cuz you see me on TV 
We been rappin' for life, now rap is my life 
So I give you incite when I rap about life 
Ay yo, straight from the beginning 
We make it and win it 
It's great how I be feeling that faith like it's 
religion 
My destiny's to shine, deep up on my grind 
You just speakin' through the rhymes 
Need to read between the lines 
I was born to do it, beyond the music 
My foundation at home was strong, you knew it 
My moms been through it 
Year and out, May and Mega gon' make hits 
Straight flip then bring the chaddar home, I'm gone 
Haha, bitch 

Ma, just a little letter from your son 
Just to let you know I'm doing fi-ine 
Everyday on the block 
Whether rain or snow I'm stuck on my gri-ind 
Ma, you ain't gotta pay no bills (no bills) 
You know that your sons heart is real (so real) 
So stick with me, I'ma get those mils 
And make sure that success is sealed 
You hear me holla at ya