How Do You Do It?

Back in school I was the dude you ain't talk to at all
Usually was alone when I walked through the halls
That's how I felt, probably made myself unapproachable
While everyone was smiling, laughing, being sociable

I was invisible, there in the physical, not emotional
But rhymes I had notebooks full, check it
Always had them quotables, it was mythical
But tell me why the simplest things seem so difficult

In conversation, I ain't have much to say
Other cats were too slick, new kicks every day
Fitteds for every teen, dope stitch on the jeans
Getting kisses from the bitch of my dreams

I'm like, how do you do it? Really I wanna know (how do you do it?)
Tell me what it's like to dress nice and have all the hoes
Tell me, heard you selling drugs and you keep it too real
I wanna know how it feels, how do you do it?

Really I wanna know
Tell me what it's like to break bread and have all the dough
Tell me, heard you pack a gun and you got some new wheels
I wanna know how it feels

'Cause I remember riding the bus then, felt disgusting
And some busted ass Timbs looked like I got them out the dustbin
Nickels and dimes I was barely hustling
Used to see cats come through and get it off the muscling (how do you do it?)

I bought some gear with my little bit of pay
But then you feel the pressure to be fresher the next day
And shit hurts when you ain't got no cake
When you can't afford to spend, how many fits can you rotate? (how do you do it?)

Could never go on a date
I was more concerned with finding a hoe instead of finding a soulmate
More concerned with chasing ass than affection
Wonder why I never made no lasting connections

Then crash, sank fast in depression
Now I look back at my past, learned a valuable lesson
Used to be dead quiet when classes in session
Should've been the one asking the questions like

How do you do it? Really I wanna know (how do you do it?)
Tell me what it's like to dress nice and have all the hoes
Tell me, heard you selling drugs and you keep it too real
I wanna know how it feels

How do you do it? Really I wanna know (how do you do it?)
Tell me what it's like to break bread and have all the dough
Tell me, heard you pack a gun and you got some new wheels
I wanna know how it feels

Let me know
Please (please)



Credits
Writer(s): Fred Lowinger, Rory William Quigley, Dane Emerson Orr, Lindsay Lucas, Dmity Kutsenko
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