Do It
Just got off of the phone with the bro
Told him holla whenever you need me
I ain't taking my foot off the gas now
Full throttle you better believe me
I be finding myself all alone I be wantin' to cry
When I think bout my Teedy
So until the day heaven receive me
Free Dwayne I'll be yelling it freely
I been thinking bout drowning myself in a bottle
Gettin' covered in smoke like a genie
Cause it seem like nobody want me
But its looking like everyone need me
I removed myself from a round table
With some people I noticed they greedy
Cause I hate when niggas say they see my hunger
When they in a position to feed me
Oh you gotta be crazy thinking shit gravy I get it popping like fish grease
Yeah I'm salty so what you'll get disappointed for pulling up thinking this shit sweet
This feeling like such a relief homie
Cause I done been up for some weeks homie
I ain't got dreams I turned it goals
It's only a dream when you sleep on me
Fuck it I'm bout to go off the deep end
Shoot my shot and get back on my defense
Say she love me that's only for pretend
Baby I ain't got time for the pretense
My bro keep the yeah in his briefs
Ain't no talking we keeping it brief
I don't steal, I kill, I'll take a life
But if I'm caught with that steel I'm a thief
Man I been rebuking these demons from round me till the day I'm living without sin
I ain't been answering calls or responding to text I'm just tryna stay dialed in
I stay to myself keep them hoes out my business
Girl I ain't got time for your loud friends
I'm way too good with hidin' my pain behind the fact that I'm smiling
You know we young and we wilding growing up
Struggling, we got accustomed to government housing
Put the block on the fire hydrant
You don't know about it that feeling nostalgic
Carry each other kids on the tax
It take a village to raise em
Growing up in New Orleans I made it out though that's the city that made him
Hurricane winds feel like summer breeze
Blowing the jasmines in my mind
We made the best out the worst times
I think we got it right the first time
If I had to do it over again
I'll do it in the skin that I'm in
Cousin call me rapping over the cell
They got my people in the pen with the pen
But still we are who we are
Middle finger to the judge can't nobody judge you for who you are
Don't let nobody tell you that the sky's the limit when you know you're a star
If you ain't close to the target you gotta shoot from afar
Never know how close you are to it, you just gotta
Do it
Never know how close you are to it, you just gotta
Do it
Told him holla whenever you need me
I ain't taking my foot off the gas now
Full throttle you better believe me
I be finding myself all alone I be wantin' to cry
When I think bout my Teedy
So until the day heaven receive me
Free Dwayne I'll be yelling it freely
I been thinking bout drowning myself in a bottle
Gettin' covered in smoke like a genie
Cause it seem like nobody want me
But its looking like everyone need me
I removed myself from a round table
With some people I noticed they greedy
Cause I hate when niggas say they see my hunger
When they in a position to feed me
Oh you gotta be crazy thinking shit gravy I get it popping like fish grease
Yeah I'm salty so what you'll get disappointed for pulling up thinking this shit sweet
This feeling like such a relief homie
Cause I done been up for some weeks homie
I ain't got dreams I turned it goals
It's only a dream when you sleep on me
Fuck it I'm bout to go off the deep end
Shoot my shot and get back on my defense
Say she love me that's only for pretend
Baby I ain't got time for the pretense
My bro keep the yeah in his briefs
Ain't no talking we keeping it brief
I don't steal, I kill, I'll take a life
But if I'm caught with that steel I'm a thief
Man I been rebuking these demons from round me till the day I'm living without sin
I ain't been answering calls or responding to text I'm just tryna stay dialed in
I stay to myself keep them hoes out my business
Girl I ain't got time for your loud friends
I'm way too good with hidin' my pain behind the fact that I'm smiling
You know we young and we wilding growing up
Struggling, we got accustomed to government housing
Put the block on the fire hydrant
You don't know about it that feeling nostalgic
Carry each other kids on the tax
It take a village to raise em
Growing up in New Orleans I made it out though that's the city that made him
Hurricane winds feel like summer breeze
Blowing the jasmines in my mind
We made the best out the worst times
I think we got it right the first time
If I had to do it over again
I'll do it in the skin that I'm in
Cousin call me rapping over the cell
They got my people in the pen with the pen
But still we are who we are
Middle finger to the judge can't nobody judge you for who you are
Don't let nobody tell you that the sky's the limit when you know you're a star
If you ain't close to the target you gotta shoot from afar
Never know how close you are to it, you just gotta
Do it
Never know how close you are to it, you just gotta
Do it
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Writer(s): Garland Williams Jr.
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