You'll Be Fine

[Hook: Larry June] You're doing good You'll be fine You're doing good You'll be fine You're doing good [Verse 1] On the beach with two freaks white bitch double D's God damn Other phone ringing, bitch catting off Gotta break her for another hundred thou I hit the blunt, then I'm back to trapping My left wrist, made it happen Started with a Cadi' Now I got the Beamer coupe matted (Aye sweetie hand me that Louie bag please) At 16, man I had a vision Break a bitch for her fucking dope Buy a Range Rover on 4s In Arizona eating Lo-Lo's Back then I had no shows But God damn I had a lot of hoes I probably fucked your main bitch But you would never know she got another phone Eating pho, gotta cheat, Cheerios, Netflix, Sunday God damn, a nigga too on You probably thought I was a dumb nigga Finessed the whole fucking rap game I don't even fucking drive no more Got my Indian for that I don't talk on the phone no more Got another bitch for that [Hook] You're doing good You'll be fine You're doing good You'll be fine You're doing good [Verse 2] On the phone with my accountant, maybe I should buy a yacht Blueberry muffins in the morning with my new thot Bout to buy a new drop $400 for the Saint Laurent shades on my face Chillin in the shade, getting blazed God damn, Glock 40, no aim, aye aye aye aye Had a loss, bounced back Got it back again, all my niggas winning #OGG, 23, Jordan to the rap game, fuck nigga I'm on my way to Asia, [?] chillin What the fuck I'm doing here? I'm the only nigga They thought I played basketball or something Riding around in the old school You only ballin' on Pro Tools House nigga, you fell in love with your prostitute, fuck nigga I got no worries, I'm in the trap making pancakes Every day, bitch it's pay day I'm 100 like the clip on my AK God damn [Hook] You're doing good You'll be fine You're doing good You'll be fine You're doing good