Do It by the Book
Doctors say that im schiz because I'm hearing voices
But that's just the women calling got too many choices
My haters stuck in they shell they something like some oysters
What's worst my ex or a nest of fucking roaches (Stackz)
Feeling like Wizard Kelly no face no case
Ya pastor left the church and got
Put on murder but he ain't Mase (murder)
These niggas plotting we came so far from picking cotton
Now niggas leave ya body in the field make sure it's rotting(facts)
You would think that the Bible would stop these people out wylin (yep)
& Where Dej Loaf at these hoes wanna try me
These niggas shooting got people doing the Ricky Bobby (bop)
Hoes out robbing these cats, keep my girl beside me
You can't trust no girl that's out here man throwing that ass
She Going 7 rounds nigga like the fucking draft (damn)
She asked me if I'm next, I said I rather pass
All those combinations, lucky that I'm good at math (stackz)
Sorry Common sense to some ain't always that common
Tryna clean up my flow like I'm laying down some comet
Hope my access to heaven God is still valid
I'm tryna get rich God like I'm King Solomon
Reckless abandon sometimes i feel stranded
Is this rap life for me, well is Stackz gone manage? (Will I)
Will God do me like Job & take all of this from me
I grind like I'm broke, But Lord (just understand that I'm hungry
Get ya dictionary out because ya boy defined
When i rhyme I'm similar to Langston in his prime
A black poet the game know that that I'm just trying to shine
The truth right there in ya face, but you can't read the sign (stackz)
I do this shit By the Book
Mobb Deep, they shook
The Lights out like getting hit by one of D. Wilder's hooks
I already know that I'm better than
Most these rappers out put together
Y'all claiming that y'all know us, well come meet my tethered
Realest in the game, and nobody even know who I am
Can't Put Book on a shelf, like a can of some spam
I told niggas look dawg, the dollars gone make her dance
My hat had three bodies, shout my nigga chance
Take ya time & listen boy (I wrote
This shit from the heart) (my heart)
I should put this on Genius, so y'all can catch every bar
And I plan to go far, while my emotions are raw
Stackz coming out, big love to Diana Ross
And the pen ain't dead
Ain't no ghostwriting here
I hope this track alone get my ass a whole record deal
Fuck them niggas that told me mane to give this shit up
I'll give this shit up, when I turn into dust- I'm gone.
But that's just the women calling got too many choices
My haters stuck in they shell they something like some oysters
What's worst my ex or a nest of fucking roaches (Stackz)
Feeling like Wizard Kelly no face no case
Ya pastor left the church and got
Put on murder but he ain't Mase (murder)
These niggas plotting we came so far from picking cotton
Now niggas leave ya body in the field make sure it's rotting(facts)
You would think that the Bible would stop these people out wylin (yep)
& Where Dej Loaf at these hoes wanna try me
These niggas shooting got people doing the Ricky Bobby (bop)
Hoes out robbing these cats, keep my girl beside me
You can't trust no girl that's out here man throwing that ass
She Going 7 rounds nigga like the fucking draft (damn)
She asked me if I'm next, I said I rather pass
All those combinations, lucky that I'm good at math (stackz)
Sorry Common sense to some ain't always that common
Tryna clean up my flow like I'm laying down some comet
Hope my access to heaven God is still valid
I'm tryna get rich God like I'm King Solomon
Reckless abandon sometimes i feel stranded
Is this rap life for me, well is Stackz gone manage? (Will I)
Will God do me like Job & take all of this from me
I grind like I'm broke, But Lord (just understand that I'm hungry
Get ya dictionary out because ya boy defined
When i rhyme I'm similar to Langston in his prime
A black poet the game know that that I'm just trying to shine
The truth right there in ya face, but you can't read the sign (stackz)
I do this shit By the Book
Mobb Deep, they shook
The Lights out like getting hit by one of D. Wilder's hooks
I already know that I'm better than
Most these rappers out put together
Y'all claiming that y'all know us, well come meet my tethered
Realest in the game, and nobody even know who I am
Can't Put Book on a shelf, like a can of some spam
I told niggas look dawg, the dollars gone make her dance
My hat had three bodies, shout my nigga chance
Take ya time & listen boy (I wrote
This shit from the heart) (my heart)
I should put this on Genius, so y'all can catch every bar
And I plan to go far, while my emotions are raw
Stackz coming out, big love to Diana Ross
And the pen ain't dead
Ain't no ghostwriting here
I hope this track alone get my ass a whole record deal
Fuck them niggas that told me mane to give this shit up
I'll give this shit up, when I turn into dust- I'm gone.
Credits
Writer(s): Andre' Booker Jr.
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