rakim, doccin
Singer:nasty c
where there's a million ski masks
where there's a million pacs and not one doc
where there's a million pair of gloves
and not one pair of scrubs
i think i want the fast cash
no i don't wanna be a doc
no i don't want a office or a cup of coffee
i want patron on the rocks
getting stoned off the pot
she want a brother with ambition
she want a brother that'll listen
and not just hit it and go missing
she had dreams of that lv on her doormat
i had dreams of that gold rolex so bad
so i can't be no broke ass postman
i want at least a one carat snowman
that can't be too much to ask for
the fuck am i in class for?
i'm tryna get my tunes on itunes and traxsource
smoke cause it makes time fast forward i presume
and plus the folks are sweating me like a locker room
talking 'bout a doctor's office and a proper suit
i'm tryna go to cop a coupe and master out the kama sutra
i could be doccin' and rocking a pair of scrubs
or be the new rakim that's rocking in every club
save a brother's life cause he was involved in a shootout
top charts when we put the shoot out
i'm addicted to the morning after chats
hangovers and bullshitting with the niggas
scrolling through last night's pictures
tripping off the hoes we met and how they've gone missing
smiling when we see the leftover doc dre prescriptions
prescribe me some more of that
i keep an airtight circle
cause most of these niggas put you on olx
just cause i ain't put you on a track?
they wanna fuck with me now that i am on
i can't forget where i'm coming from
i want my fifteen minutes an hour long
though i am already bored
i'm yet to reach my pinnacle
my mind is tinted so my intentions are dark as shit
hard to give a fuck when everybody already on your dick
we in the city where everything got a price
you don't cut it if you just kinda nice