S.a.s.

S.a.s. - Doing Fine lyrics

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We sit and we wait

And we think, do they care

As we stare deep into their eyes



Verse 1

Mayhem:

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



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Haze:

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



Verse 2

Mega:

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



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Verse 3

Mayhem:

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 ill

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



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