Shark Tank
Do what we gotta do
Do what we gotta do, to reach sunlight
Do what we gotta do
He don't want us, to see that light
Do what we gotta do
Do what we gotta do, to reach sunlight
Do what we gotta do
It's been time, since I felt at home
I've realized, in this world of evil
I gotta sin more to survive
I led my pack like a lion and his pride
Only to realize a lotta you, sheep in disguise - grrt!
Steady on my climb
Got a couple ex's, who be callin' up my line
See me back in town, seen me doin' fine
Yeah I'm gettin' mine
Growin' trees up, like I'm farming clementines
New ting, tellin' me I melt her mind
I'm just tryna meld a million dollars
From one bank, into mine
Trapping every night
Strains, sauces, shatter
Soaring in these skies
Gully, grimy, battered
I be gettin' to where I gotta go
A bully, sliming, bastard
Try me, I'll cause a hazard
Dior, Hermès, Centerfolds
I be good to go
Big pound of kush, just to let them roll
Now I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goonies holla
Where ya at, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Where ya at, where ya at
I moved away for a couple years
Learned how to engineer
I came back, everyone's whack
All these phonies stuntin' here
With they cronies lookin' weird
Whose idea was that?
Buncha industry plants
Workin' for Uncle Sam
Man, I ain't fuckin' wit that
Got a rainbow there
Got an off-beat there
Man, whose idea was that?
Now I've been staying in my lane
I've been carving out my plate
But this fuckery, got me wonderin' things
What's the narrative they trying to acheive?
What's the narrative they trying to achieve?
Now you fuck around
You know we sprayin' till you drop
Wind up, gettin' prepared for a fuckin' pinebox
Before the sun drops, VVS' on my wrist lookin' like an ice box
Big burner in the stashbox
Now I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goonies holla
Where ya at, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Where ya at, where ya at
Do what we gotta do, to reach sunlight
Do what we gotta do
He don't want us, to see that light
Do what we gotta do
Do what we gotta do, to reach sunlight
Do what we gotta do
It's been time, since I felt at home
I've realized, in this world of evil
I gotta sin more to survive
I led my pack like a lion and his pride
Only to realize a lotta you, sheep in disguise - grrt!
Steady on my climb
Got a couple ex's, who be callin' up my line
See me back in town, seen me doin' fine
Yeah I'm gettin' mine
Growin' trees up, like I'm farming clementines
New ting, tellin' me I melt her mind
I'm just tryna meld a million dollars
From one bank, into mine
Trapping every night
Strains, sauces, shatter
Soaring in these skies
Gully, grimy, battered
I be gettin' to where I gotta go
A bully, sliming, bastard
Try me, I'll cause a hazard
Dior, Hermès, Centerfolds
I be good to go
Big pound of kush, just to let them roll
Now I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goonies holla
Where ya at, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Where ya at, where ya at
I moved away for a couple years
Learned how to engineer
I came back, everyone's whack
All these phonies stuntin' here
With they cronies lookin' weird
Whose idea was that?
Buncha industry plants
Workin' for Uncle Sam
Man, I ain't fuckin' wit that
Got a rainbow there
Got an off-beat there
Man, whose idea was that?
Now I've been staying in my lane
I've been carving out my plate
But this fuckery, got me wonderin' things
What's the narrative they trying to acheive?
What's the narrative they trying to achieve?
Now you fuck around
You know we sprayin' till you drop
Wind up, gettin' prepared for a fuckin' pinebox
Before the sun drops, VVS' on my wrist lookin' like an ice box
Big burner in the stashbox
Now I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goonies holla
Where ya at, where ya at
Yeah I'm back gettin' gully
In the trap gettin' muddy
All my goblins holla, where ya at
Where ya at, where ya at
Credits
Writer(s): M Willumsen
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