Do What I Want

Good god finna fall gonna cost me
Get a coffin ya lost me no profit too often
Nothing but a pile of bullshit in my back pocket
Fuck the gossip i talk a lot but
Dead weight feelin like a possum
A rodent impossible finding a positive
(Positive)
All negative sedatives sayin bye bye to the rest of it
Hit or miss listen to the talk around town I'm competitive
But the top is a myth while I'm droppin in profit abyss
Not far from the coffin I'm par for the hit
While I chomp at the bit

I'm dominant at one thing that's bombing it
(Bombin it)
Got confidence that done died wit competence (Competence)
Everybody have legs up I'm the ottoman
(Ottoman)
Fuck my knowledge bank I'm dumb and robbin it

Rollin through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day
Rolling through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day

Better watch me I'm lookin like a spectacle
Lighten up like some ethanol
Trip on tryptamines and fuck ya fentanyl
Or it seems like it
Everybody I see I'm mean mugging
Been running from society but never did nothin
Hear nothing
And that's a problem
Life less than novel
But never grovel
Imma do what I want and face the problems
Anaconda round my neck while I'm breathin profits
Leaving nada
Needing not a key to dreams I'll eat without it
Feast without it
No doubt feelin broke down
Staring down 'nother colt round
Taking shots of the old Al
Popping pills till I go down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah I got problems
Yeah yeah shoulda never gottem
Never gottem
Yeah yeah yeah right like I had an option
Fuck you and your two centsss
Rather die broke know thisss
Novice in the cockpit
Living life like it's hospicccce
Boutta ball on em giving all it's called winning ain't it?
Not a god I'm not even famous gotta face it feelin crazy (Crazy)

I'm dominant at one thing that's bombing it
(Bombing it)
Got confidence that done died wit competence (Competence)
Everybody have legs up I'm the ottoman
(Ottoman)
Fuck my knowledge bank I'm dumb and robbin it

Rolling through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day
Rolling through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day

(Yeah)
(Mhmm)
(Ahh no)
(Ok ok ok)
Yeah
Palming all my problems cuz I'm traveling wit it all
I'm not happy I'm red flagging the room with the safety off
Got my fingers on so many white keys call me Rachmaninov
Vaminos, time to go, rapido down the rabbit hole
Never folding my cards bitch I'm gambling
Ambien down ya throat
If you ever think about sleeping on me
Daemon roamin
Feeding off it
Be the culprit
Killing it don't need a moment
Need a year need a decade need a whole lifetime
Saying bye bye to the whole combine
Goin all night fucking the world I'm in the wrong mind
Right mind tied up with a concubine don't bat an eye
Fraternize with a god damn fuckin lie
Woah woah woah woah woah woah

Rollin through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day
(Where the money at?)
Rollin through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day
(Where the money at? Ay!)
Rolling through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day
(One more time now)
Rolling through like motorcades
Don't give a damn ain't here to play
I got that paper on the way
Do what I want till my final day



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Welyczkowsky
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