Do What I Do
Man, I'm sick of this shit
(Sinclair)
Yeah, you can't do what I do, huh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah
You can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve
Look, this an open diss, I load the clip
Like it's a video then click like a thumbnail
I hope they click then focus in to the flow written and they compare
So compare it then
Prolly piss 'em off when they hear this shit
It's embarrassing
And your arrogance looking weird as shit
You need therapists
Look, you don't the want the competition, demolish the opposition
If they in an op position, tell the op, I'm in position
This is just an intermission, piss me off I'm killing pissants
Flipping switches, Sin don't miss and this is that
Click, click, bang
It's insane
How many artists tryna stick my name
In they clique, it's lame
Click, click, bang
Man I'm sick of this shit, look
I'm the motherfucker when I hop your record
You go and open up your verse and you start jotting it better
I been problem, you get it?
Give you a shot like medic
If you want it, then come get it, it don't really take effort
This my easy mode bitch
You don't wanna hear the shit I put together when I feel like I need to go in
Can't tell you the last I sent a verse and they didn't re-record shit
You ain't in my caliber, we ain't fam
But lemme be down to earth: you lame man
Why the fuck you up chatting in my DMs?
Thirsty boy, need find himself a drank (Drank)
No drip, need a shower, y'all stank (Stank)
Don't give a fuck what's in your bank
You're still trash even if you were getting paid
Yeah
Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah
You can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve
Far from my pinnacle, hardly been minimal
Always been critical, starving all your small god complexes
It's why you always feel miniscule, bars are despicable
Cough cause I'm sick of you
Ha-ha that's a comical interlude, look
You an itty, bitch need a bib
I'm sick with it kid, I kick it, like addiction, but this
Is an addiction, I'm addicted, to this lyrical shit
And the melodies addictive, all the women lit
Yeah
Click, click, bang
It's insane
How many artists tryna stick my name
In they clique, it's lame
Click, click, bang
Man I'm sick of this shit, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, you can't do what I do (No!)
Pen go stu' in the stu (Stu!)
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve (Moses)
You can't do what I do
Trust me, I don't know how I does it either
Niggas fakin' like they real family
I don't have time for you cousin skeeters
Then they act like we equal (Nani)
These niggas ask for a feature (Bodied)
On they track they get dragged through glass
Like we in the back of some bleachers (They sorry)
They really out here lookin' for a co-sign (why though)
I never understood their insecurities
Then niggas out here think they doper than a coke-line
They think they different but there's many similarities
Boy the audacity, I heard your track and it's actually garbage
Don't bother asking' me for a verse or my rappin' fee
I don't think it's happenin', man that bounce
That you lackin' couldn't be bandaged
Even if you were attached to a trampoline
I don't do business if you unappealin
I wanna know your plan where your head at
I wanna switch it up and do somethin' brilliant
I leave em all pussy like a dead cat
I ain't feelin' none of you niggas, I'm Rogue with the gloves on, ay
Niggas act like they "du, du, du!" But they really like the Doug song
I be really in the studio eating noodles with my blue uggs on
This for my wife and kids so every verse is really like a love song
You can't do what I do (Nah)
This burden comes with a price tag
Work ethic so cold (Sheesh!)
Flows straight out an ice bag
Haters wishin' that I quit it, I admit it nigga you gonna die mad (On my mama!)
Blamin' me cause I set the bar outta they reach
Damn bruh that's my bad
Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah
Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve
(Sinclair)
Yeah, you can't do what I do, huh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah
You can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve
Look, this an open diss, I load the clip
Like it's a video then click like a thumbnail
I hope they click then focus in to the flow written and they compare
So compare it then
Prolly piss 'em off when they hear this shit
It's embarrassing
And your arrogance looking weird as shit
You need therapists
Look, you don't the want the competition, demolish the opposition
If they in an op position, tell the op, I'm in position
This is just an intermission, piss me off I'm killing pissants
Flipping switches, Sin don't miss and this is that
Click, click, bang
It's insane
How many artists tryna stick my name
In they clique, it's lame
Click, click, bang
Man I'm sick of this shit, look
I'm the motherfucker when I hop your record
You go and open up your verse and you start jotting it better
I been problem, you get it?
Give you a shot like medic
If you want it, then come get it, it don't really take effort
This my easy mode bitch
You don't wanna hear the shit I put together when I feel like I need to go in
Can't tell you the last I sent a verse and they didn't re-record shit
You ain't in my caliber, we ain't fam
But lemme be down to earth: you lame man
Why the fuck you up chatting in my DMs?
Thirsty boy, need find himself a drank (Drank)
No drip, need a shower, y'all stank (Stank)
Don't give a fuck what's in your bank
You're still trash even if you were getting paid
Yeah
Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah
You can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve
Far from my pinnacle, hardly been minimal
Always been critical, starving all your small god complexes
It's why you always feel miniscule, bars are despicable
Cough cause I'm sick of you
Ha-ha that's a comical interlude, look
You an itty, bitch need a bib
I'm sick with it kid, I kick it, like addiction, but this
Is an addiction, I'm addicted, to this lyrical shit
And the melodies addictive, all the women lit
Yeah
Click, click, bang
It's insane
How many artists tryna stick my name
In they clique, it's lame
Click, click, bang
Man I'm sick of this shit, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, you can't do what I do (No!)
Pen go stu' in the stu (Stu!)
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve (Moses)
You can't do what I do
Trust me, I don't know how I does it either
Niggas fakin' like they real family
I don't have time for you cousin skeeters
Then they act like we equal (Nani)
These niggas ask for a feature (Bodied)
On they track they get dragged through glass
Like we in the back of some bleachers (They sorry)
They really out here lookin' for a co-sign (why though)
I never understood their insecurities
Then niggas out here think they doper than a coke-line
They think they different but there's many similarities
Boy the audacity, I heard your track and it's actually garbage
Don't bother asking' me for a verse or my rappin' fee
I don't think it's happenin', man that bounce
That you lackin' couldn't be bandaged
Even if you were attached to a trampoline
I don't do business if you unappealin
I wanna know your plan where your head at
I wanna switch it up and do somethin' brilliant
I leave em all pussy like a dead cat
I ain't feelin' none of you niggas, I'm Rogue with the gloves on, ay
Niggas act like they "du, du, du!" But they really like the Doug song
I be really in the studio eating noodles with my blue uggs on
This for my wife and kids so every verse is really like a love song
You can't do what I do (Nah)
This burden comes with a price tag
Work ethic so cold (Sheesh!)
Flows straight out an ice bag
Haters wishin' that I quit it, I admit it nigga you gonna die mad (On my mama!)
Blamin' me cause I set the bar outta they reach
Damn bruh that's my bad
Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah
Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh
Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah
Play your shit then I mute
I won't collab, less you can improve
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Thomas Moses, Lewis Miles Sinclair
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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