Had To

Good sense, good sense, good sense
Cause when nobody else gon' help, I had to do it myself
Had to do it myself (young d- music)

Show I'm number low, they still the slight show throw
Wonder why she turn up back when I need her the most
The graveyard and jail cells where all the hustlers go
Pitcher sleeping on that floor that's so uncomfortable
Mama not no lawyer, can't live like the huckstables
All that shit I want I got it had to hustle for
Raised on the south side, they call us country boys
All that dirt we did I know that karma coming for us

Cops broke the latches on the trapdoor
Money stashed for rainy days cause when it rain it pours
Told my bro don't ever fuck without no hat boy
Sorry mama for begging for shit you couldn't afford
I tell her give me brains while I brainstorm
Waste the game I hope she keep that wedding ring on
In the ghetto every day you hear the same song
Shots fired back and forth like it's ping pong, wooh

We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
Cause nobody else gon' help
We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
But nobody else gon'-, yeah

We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
With nobody else gon' help
We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
With nobody else gon' help

Spitted shit for years for just my niggas ears
Jazz used to gas me
Told me I was nice, my sentiments exactly
Why you ain't rapping?
Took me to the store across the river
Shit was cool but I ain't deliver

But I ain't a quitter
Do it bigger next time, clean up my rhyme
Time passed slime threw me the oop on the kennel loop
Gave y'all some ball shit I was nervous in the booth
Now I'm murder in the booth
A hundred proof I come a long way

I feel they vibe I fuck with them the long way
Do it on my own, my own way
On and on like my douces don't say
This song a long ago a long way
We still running bases, we ain't making safe the home plate

Paper we still making
Bread still getting baked
Bring it home to bacon to my baby and my babies
And I promise they gon' be straight
Put it all on my plate
Written all in my fate I got a life half number eight

Money in abundance Young boy touch cake
I'm still fly like luggage Jet lag got me sluggish
Still do it like I does it
Walk and leave puddles
Heavy drip bitch ship the gift flip the profit

Ma hold your end up at the top is where we end up
Paper print up Pull a friend up That's what bosses do
And I don't buy the boss talk
Lost cause nigga ain't no bossing you
Look we running bosses
Play the cards flawless Awesome

We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
With nobody else gon' help
We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
With nobody else gon', yeah

We had to do it ourselves Yeah
We had to do it ourselves
With nobody else gon' help
We had to do it ourselves
We had to do it ourselves
With nobody else gon' help

Young d- music