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conversations.value: Write me a song called Really Doe with the following description: “Really Doe” is an uptempo posse cut featuring Danny Brown, Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, and Earl Sweatshirt, produced by Black Milk.
  
  
  
  Danny revealed that Kendrick heard the unfinished song  and wrote the hook and a verse, prompting Danny to finish the song:
  I didn’t do it, Kendrick did it. The song was in the studio and it was just an unfinished song. I was trying to figure out what I was gonna do with it—he just went to the studio and took it! Then it came back and he had a hook on it, a bridge, a 24, and then I reached out to Earl and Ab, you know what I’m saying, and we threw their verses on there. It’s really his song!
  The song originally premiered at a Danny Brown concert on September 18, 2016 before being aired on Hot 97 just days later. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Danny Brown]
  You niggas don’t even know
  All that talk then no show
  Cannot tell me nothin'
  Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
  That hoe want my piccolo
  Smoking on that mistletoe
  Make her kiss all on it
  While we chop chop on them 24s
  She look like a centerfold
  Mouth all on my genitals
  Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals
  I be on the chemicals, she be on my testicles
  Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedules
  Rolling up them vegetables
  Rapping with that special flow
  Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4
  I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
  Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe
  Now I sell out all my shows
  Used to sell out all my blow
  That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll up 4
  Now a nigga livin' good
  I done made it out the hood
  Think I'm goin' back?
  I wish a motherfucker would [Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
  Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
  Really doe, like really doe
  Really doe, like really doe
  They say I got the city on fire
  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
  Really doe, like really doe
  Really doe, like really doe
  [Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
  Still wicked as Aleister, Crowley niggas know me well
  For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell
  When you're getting money, nigga, every day is sunny
  I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail
  Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring, took that bitch
  To show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail
  Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as fuck
  Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer
  With ambitions of a rider,
   
  and half the shit on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah)
  Givenchy bikers with the rev rips
  Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick
  Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
  Soulo Ho3 the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
  Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
  But good could be better I wish a motherfucker would [Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
  Yeah, they say I got the city on fire
  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
  Really doe, like really doe
  Really doe, like really doe
  They say I got the city on fire
  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
  Really doe, like really doe
  Really doe, like really doe
  [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
  Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya
  Life to end in vain before the end is near
  See I can hear you crying
  Silence sittin' in the dark
  Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart
  Sin is such a work of art
  Watch out for the love lost
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand
  Things a nigga do for thousands
  Made a million counting sheep
  Gave it all to public housin'
  Taking off to Abu Dhabi
  Beamin' up the motor, Scotty
  Talking to promoters, Scotty
  Everybody know it's Gotti
  Murder one, you've heard of them
  The rev undid, the all day madness
  Got it off the wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress
  Big power, big stages
  My zoo cannot fit the cages
  This booth is not used to fakin'
  My crew just love confrontation
  I chewed the face off the laces
  I moved the weight from the waitress
  I chef the pot that made poison
  I cooked then kicked all the patients
  My bitch is way beyond basic
  That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance
  Ayy, look what we're enduring
  Ayy, ridin' in foreigns
  Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch
  But it's the real watch and that bitch fire
  Speed Racer waitin' outside
  The roof on it like a tank top
  Countin' money, watchin' paint dry
  When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh [Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
  They say I got the city on fire
  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
  Really doe, like really doe
  Really doe, like really doe
  They say I got the city on fire
  I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
  Really doe, like really doe
  Really doe, like really doe
  [Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
  Good, hood
  I wish you motherfuckin' would
  Listen, wish a motherfucker would, Brown
  I had to put my foot down
  It's like I'm popping a clutch
  Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust
  You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?
  And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge
  You a mouse that the falcon picked up
  So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month
  I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck
  And I never pass my mama no blunt
  And kept my head straight
  Listen deadweight never been a problem to dunk
  Look, I just broke up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough
  I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff
  I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club
  I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must
  It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin' your dubs
  Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks
  Loungin',
   ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts
  You've been the same motherfucker since 2001
  Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump
  I'm at your house like, "Why you got your couch on my Chucks?"
  Motherfucker