Do What I Want
Stupid motherfuckas wanna try me, yea
That shit me wildin', yea
Why you talkin' all that nonsense, yea
You ain't seen no violence, yea
Pull up at your crib why you hidin', yea
Why you actin' like you hard?
But you wouldn't find me, yea
You ain't got no heart
We reachin' for the stars, Doin' what I want
I be on the road, Doin' what I want
I'ma go hard, Doin' what I want
Thats just how we live, Doin' what I want
I be so lit like the flick of a Bic
Timin' is perfect I won't let it slip
I'ma keep grindin' till I get my fix
Money is everything, Life is a bitch
Who is you tellin'? I'm pleadin' a 5th
I've been thru struggles, I know what it is
I gotta hustle, I keep it legit
Hate on my way but they searchin' my hits
I'm soo offical I come with the sizzle
I do not care that your feelin's are brittle
Alla my life I was stuck in the middle
Alla the riddles is drivin' me mental
I just want peace and serenity ya
Don't let the Devil get into me na
Shout out the ones who defended me ya
I know you all depend on me ya
I dunno whats got into me lately
I had a dream that was makin' me crazy
I was afraid it was karma awaitin'
I got no patience so don't keep me waitin'
I don't got time to be wastin'
I be out here tryna make it
I'ma go hard like the pavement
Look at the wave I create
Killumbia we puttem on our back now
We gon put the fuckin' city on the map now
Thats just how it go when you from the Metro
Jay-Oh, 803, Killumbia Lets go
Stupid motherfuckas wanna try me, yea
That shit me wildin', yea
Why you talkin' all that nonsense, yea
You ain't seen no violence, yea
Pull up at your crib why you hidin', yea
Why you actin' like you hard?
But you wouldn't find me, yea
You ain't got no heart
We reachin' for the stars, Doin' what I want
I be on the road, Doin' what I want
I'ma go hard, Doin' what I want
Thats just how we live, Doin' what I want
Doin' what I want, every time that you see me
Yea he hatin' hard but your man wanna be me
Coppin' in my CD and you got me on repeat
And I'm always in the street like trash or graffiti
OGDP and you know you can't defeat me
King Killumbia and the rap game need me
Me and Jay-Oh bout to take it to these hoes
Bout to pass 'em back and forth like they born in 94
And I'm always on a roll when I'm always on a roll
My bad Molly ain't my X no mo
Back in the game, call me novacain
Cause I'm numbin' all your pain
When I'm strokin' with my vein
Call me Big Daddy when I'm ridin' in a Caddy
Yea they hatin' hard but why they mad at me
Rap Game Bruce Wayne and I got a new chain
Still sippin' Champagne, money ain't a damn thing
Whoa
I'm killin' the beat I'm like ohhh
Its 803 so you know, I got more Tools than all you Pros
Fuck ya time I be like damn its mine I'm like Go
No Becca Boss, Christy Mack ouhhh thats mean
Beat the pussy up like I'm War Machine
Beat the pussy up like I'm War Machine
Bitch
Stupid motherfuckas wanna try me, yea
That shit me wildin', yea
Why you talkin' all that nonsense, yea
You ain't seen no violence, yea
Pull up at your crib why you hidin', yea
Why you actin' like you hard?
But you wouldn't find me, yea
You ain't got no heart
We reachin' for the stars, Doin' what I want
I be on the road, Doin' what I want
I'ma go hard, Doin' what I want
Thats just how we live, Doin' what I want
That shit me wildin', yea
Why you talkin' all that nonsense, yea
You ain't seen no violence, yea
Pull up at your crib why you hidin', yea
Why you actin' like you hard?
But you wouldn't find me, yea
You ain't got no heart
We reachin' for the stars, Doin' what I want
I be on the road, Doin' what I want
I'ma go hard, Doin' what I want
Thats just how we live, Doin' what I want
I be so lit like the flick of a Bic
Timin' is perfect I won't let it slip
I'ma keep grindin' till I get my fix
Money is everything, Life is a bitch
Who is you tellin'? I'm pleadin' a 5th
I've been thru struggles, I know what it is
I gotta hustle, I keep it legit
Hate on my way but they searchin' my hits
I'm soo offical I come with the sizzle
I do not care that your feelin's are brittle
Alla my life I was stuck in the middle
Alla the riddles is drivin' me mental
I just want peace and serenity ya
Don't let the Devil get into me na
Shout out the ones who defended me ya
I know you all depend on me ya
I dunno whats got into me lately
I had a dream that was makin' me crazy
I was afraid it was karma awaitin'
I got no patience so don't keep me waitin'
I don't got time to be wastin'
I be out here tryna make it
I'ma go hard like the pavement
Look at the wave I create
Killumbia we puttem on our back now
We gon put the fuckin' city on the map now
Thats just how it go when you from the Metro
Jay-Oh, 803, Killumbia Lets go
Stupid motherfuckas wanna try me, yea
That shit me wildin', yea
Why you talkin' all that nonsense, yea
You ain't seen no violence, yea
Pull up at your crib why you hidin', yea
Why you actin' like you hard?
But you wouldn't find me, yea
You ain't got no heart
We reachin' for the stars, Doin' what I want
I be on the road, Doin' what I want
I'ma go hard, Doin' what I want
Thats just how we live, Doin' what I want
Doin' what I want, every time that you see me
Yea he hatin' hard but your man wanna be me
Coppin' in my CD and you got me on repeat
And I'm always in the street like trash or graffiti
OGDP and you know you can't defeat me
King Killumbia and the rap game need me
Me and Jay-Oh bout to take it to these hoes
Bout to pass 'em back and forth like they born in 94
And I'm always on a roll when I'm always on a roll
My bad Molly ain't my X no mo
Back in the game, call me novacain
Cause I'm numbin' all your pain
When I'm strokin' with my vein
Call me Big Daddy when I'm ridin' in a Caddy
Yea they hatin' hard but why they mad at me
Rap Game Bruce Wayne and I got a new chain
Still sippin' Champagne, money ain't a damn thing
Whoa
I'm killin' the beat I'm like ohhh
Its 803 so you know, I got more Tools than all you Pros
Fuck ya time I be like damn its mine I'm like Go
No Becca Boss, Christy Mack ouhhh thats mean
Beat the pussy up like I'm War Machine
Beat the pussy up like I'm War Machine
Bitch
Stupid motherfuckas wanna try me, yea
That shit me wildin', yea
Why you talkin' all that nonsense, yea
You ain't seen no violence, yea
Pull up at your crib why you hidin', yea
Why you actin' like you hard?
But you wouldn't find me, yea
You ain't got no heart
We reachin' for the stars, Doin' what I want
I be on the road, Doin' what I want
I'ma go hard, Doin' what I want
Thats just how we live, Doin' what I want
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Petit, Devin Patrick Baltzigar, Justin O'neal
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