Don't Do It
All gas no brakes
All facts no fake
Had to learn to get on straight and narrow
Like bow and arrow
Somethings I had to let go
Like my ego and some of these women
Distractions kept me sinning
Giving flesh like that's a connection
They rather my erections
Than my actual blessings
Overlooking potential credentials
I was highly stressing
Devil lead me to evil
My angel helped me see though
Through the peep hole to my goals
Told my homies I will never fold
They was like Shump you're bold
Goes to show I was on a roll
And a path to fucking greatness
Used to hear them say I aint shit
Whispering that I wont make it
Mad they couldn't define or label me
Fuck the labels now until they pay me
Official
I been chilln with my niggas
I been cooling on theses bitches
Been busy stacking these digits
Working on many transitions
Fuck the money fame
Heart fill of riches
Everything been clicking
Manually stick shift it
Chicks could never claim I'm a misfit
Get jealous of my imprint
Player Shump stay pimpin
Tired of us fighting
Trippn and bickering
Snarls and snickering
Dont run away when the scripts get flipped
And the switch got a glitch
And your clique start to diss
Then the snakes start to hiss
You like aint this bout a bitch
Remembering God promises
Helps me boost my confidence
These women stroke my ego when They give me compliments
Dug myself in a hole
Got out bossed up again
Ima win
All facts no fake
Had to learn to get on straight and narrow
Like bow and arrow
Somethings I had to let go
Like my ego and some of these women
Distractions kept me sinning
Giving flesh like that's a connection
They rather my erections
Than my actual blessings
Overlooking potential credentials
I was highly stressing
Devil lead me to evil
My angel helped me see though
Through the peep hole to my goals
Told my homies I will never fold
They was like Shump you're bold
Goes to show I was on a roll
And a path to fucking greatness
Used to hear them say I aint shit
Whispering that I wont make it
Mad they couldn't define or label me
Fuck the labels now until they pay me
Official
I been chilln with my niggas
I been cooling on theses bitches
Been busy stacking these digits
Working on many transitions
Fuck the money fame
Heart fill of riches
Everything been clicking
Manually stick shift it
Chicks could never claim I'm a misfit
Get jealous of my imprint
Player Shump stay pimpin
Tired of us fighting
Trippn and bickering
Snarls and snickering
Dont run away when the scripts get flipped
And the switch got a glitch
And your clique start to diss
Then the snakes start to hiss
You like aint this bout a bitch
Remembering God promises
Helps me boost my confidence
These women stroke my ego when They give me compliments
Dug myself in a hole
Got out bossed up again
Ima win
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Writer(s): Sheridan Shumpert
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