Com'n Yo Direction Lyrics - Doubt Me Now - Lil Wyte

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Lil' Wyte's the name, there ain't a day pass 

That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game 

And turns a somersault to a double 

They hating me now, I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble 

But it is all gravy, I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble 

Back off a few years and you will find some crooked decisions 

I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision 

That's all I don't need, somebody try'na stop what I'm giving 

But there's just too many hoes out there 

To give one bitch my pimping 

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I'm bringing ya Memphis 

I just joined the white rapper convention 

Back in the day, I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition 

But I done made it, they hate it 

I love it because of DJ Paul and Juicy J 

I got so far from above it 

Pushing and shoving 

They don't know of that, I'm posted on a regular 

Good 'ole boy from around the way 

Might be small but don't test me, brah 

Question, brah, listen, brah, yes, that's what I'm stressing, brah 

Yes, that's me in your hood, 2 do' Cutlass what I'm flexing, brah 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared 

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Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow 

Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road 

You better move, we com'n yo direction 

Don't let yo window catch a cloud, I'm as high as you 

I know you wish this song would keep on bumping 

Through a pound or point 2 

But it's all good, it's gonna go off 

Like everything that goes up comes down 

I make sounds come out my mouf 

Then put now snawls to make 'em melt 

Watch me guarantee the game nothing but some fucking pain 

Put cyanide in syringes and inject it in they veins 

Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while 

Hit me quick wit Triple 6 and then let out 'Mystic Style' 

I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe 

I survive, I strive, now look at me, I'm all in the sky 

Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times 

Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise 

Here I am, I'm spitting it out and bringing it to ya today 

Ain't no gangsta, just a Bay Area represento 

Wit something to say 

So if you want me, come get me, y'kno where I'm at 

I'm prolly there right now but there's no way good 'ole boy 

Like me go out without my crown now 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow 

Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road 

You better move, we com'n yo direction 

It's like this, good 'ole boys 

I don't get what they can out this game 

Whether we are down in our slums or we on top of this thang 

'Cuz I've got some real ones rolling with me down for the cause 

Even if the situation get sticky, they ain't 'bouta pause 

So I must watch over my fleet and lead 'em all inta victory 

Mystery, how did I get here? All the rest is just history 

Liberty is what I'm seeking to get away from misery 

Mess with me, you'll be fucked up 'cuz I'll let out inner energy 

Never was a problem child, always kept up with the game 

The slang and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name 

It ain't my fault, it made me to be something that you ain't 

It is my fault, I'm doing something that y'kno you can't 

Man, I remember getting drunk, drinking my self unda the flo' 

Reminiscing of throwing up, making love to the commode 

I did my dirt, didn't I get caught and still serf birds in the end 

But that's all right 'cuz all I needs, my little girl and my pen 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow 

Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing 

Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road 

You better move, we com'n yo direction