Do It

Still reppin' that T from Mac D-R-E

Set the bar so high, only nigga can reach

Sucka hated on me, but it's plain to see

Look around, I'm the only motherfucker that eat

I got my grind on, I got my shine on

A little time gone, now this is my throne

I grabbed the iPhone, I dabbed in my tone

I talked to Joey Porter, he cut the lights on

Now we lookin' good, grippin' that wood

My car got the spirit of ecstasy on the hood

Got somethin' like the spirit of ecstasy in me, ugh

The friendly ghost of niggas and bitches ain't understood

Follow me, @MacDooner, I be gettin' gouda

I can be your tutor or I can be your shooter

On point when I maneuver, 'cause niggas talk manure

They bitches wanna screw us, then I'ma have to do her, uh