Do This Often
Aye, can I get the beat louder?
In my headphones, yeah everything just up everything
808s drums everything fuck it
I need to go off
Bring the pad right here, fuck it
(Nick Grace Bitch)
Look I get it you ball, so why is you stepping
I'm going too hard I might cut the erection
Fuck respecting I switch the inflection
Straight to the top I can't see no directions
Might be immortal I'm offing myself
All of these bars I might be in a cell
Check the complexion I'm heading to jail
Mind so sharp I'm beheading myself
Danny Glover keep my weapon lethal
All these fucking zombies I don't see no people
All these fucking labels tryna sign the evils
Guess I'm just a rapper with no rhyme or reason
I don't need a fucking co-sign
I be balling hard in my tangent, aye
Wack rappers can't stand this, aye
And all them critics gon pan this, aye
Up to now I done got zero reception
Meta critic doubting my existence
People looking at me like a victim
But I'm with my dogs I might Michael Vick em
All this music and you still ain't listen
I control the masters I might fucking whip em
Sending shots if you pistol whipping
I can chop a nigga from a fucking distance
Woah, shit (And that was all one take)
Damn, fuck that (Whole flow everything)
Nah, wait, fuck all that shit, aye
Look, I don't do this often
Nah, I don't do this often
Wait, I don't do this often
Fuck that shit I don't do this often
Fuck the talking man I need some action
I'm like Mel Gibson how I keep the passion
Fuck the smoke I would never pass it
Man the flow so dirty you gon get some rashes
Oldheads always acting up
We gon put em down if they keep the yelling
Lyricism never fucking died
What you hearing now is just the resurrection
Phone tripping, I ain't get the message
Like some mumble rappers, guess you need to text it
Fuck the feature, man I'm not interested
I could put the work in, I been too invested
Check the numbers, they ain't that impressive
But they going up I guess my flow progressive
Parents saying that I'm too aggressive
Like the perfect child you can never get it
How you still calling me ignorant?
Is it cause this ain't the realer shit?
That's how I know you be faking
You ain't got the patience to run up and deal with this
Look, I need to be on ya playlist
But all of you peons are shady
This ain't a game that you playing
I body the track on a daily
Woah, wait, nah, fuck, they playing
(No more interviews, no preludes)
Why the fuck they talking
Fuck that shit I don't do this often
(Straight talking shit)
What the fuck they saying
AK double clip, get to spraying
Motherfucker I don't do this often
Motherfucker I don't do this often
In my headphones, yeah everything just up everything
808s drums everything fuck it
I need to go off
Bring the pad right here, fuck it
(Nick Grace Bitch)
Look I get it you ball, so why is you stepping
I'm going too hard I might cut the erection
Fuck respecting I switch the inflection
Straight to the top I can't see no directions
Might be immortal I'm offing myself
All of these bars I might be in a cell
Check the complexion I'm heading to jail
Mind so sharp I'm beheading myself
Danny Glover keep my weapon lethal
All these fucking zombies I don't see no people
All these fucking labels tryna sign the evils
Guess I'm just a rapper with no rhyme or reason
I don't need a fucking co-sign
I be balling hard in my tangent, aye
Wack rappers can't stand this, aye
And all them critics gon pan this, aye
Up to now I done got zero reception
Meta critic doubting my existence
People looking at me like a victim
But I'm with my dogs I might Michael Vick em
All this music and you still ain't listen
I control the masters I might fucking whip em
Sending shots if you pistol whipping
I can chop a nigga from a fucking distance
Woah, shit (And that was all one take)
Damn, fuck that (Whole flow everything)
Nah, wait, fuck all that shit, aye
Look, I don't do this often
Nah, I don't do this often
Wait, I don't do this often
Fuck that shit I don't do this often
Fuck the talking man I need some action
I'm like Mel Gibson how I keep the passion
Fuck the smoke I would never pass it
Man the flow so dirty you gon get some rashes
Oldheads always acting up
We gon put em down if they keep the yelling
Lyricism never fucking died
What you hearing now is just the resurrection
Phone tripping, I ain't get the message
Like some mumble rappers, guess you need to text it
Fuck the feature, man I'm not interested
I could put the work in, I been too invested
Check the numbers, they ain't that impressive
But they going up I guess my flow progressive
Parents saying that I'm too aggressive
Like the perfect child you can never get it
How you still calling me ignorant?
Is it cause this ain't the realer shit?
That's how I know you be faking
You ain't got the patience to run up and deal with this
Look, I need to be on ya playlist
But all of you peons are shady
This ain't a game that you playing
I body the track on a daily
Woah, wait, nah, fuck, they playing
(No more interviews, no preludes)
Why the fuck they talking
Fuck that shit I don't do this often
(Straight talking shit)
What the fuck they saying
AK double clip, get to spraying
Motherfucker I don't do this often
Motherfucker I don't do this often
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Writer(s): Michael Forrest
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