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Whatever you do, you got to do your thing
Do your thing, do your thing, do your thing, do your thing
Talk on beats, I hawk beats, dawg I'll mulch ya
Got myself here through the years with no coaching
Two bedroom crib in the hood with no roaches
Except for the ones in the ashtray we smokin'
Talk a lot of shit, I hope a lot of shit soakin'
I'm the bad guy, leave a lot of hearts broken
Forget about my stress on the bar a few sets
Run a few laps, track in my new sweats
Playin' blackjack, nigga I ain't lose yet
Drug dealer money could fund a school trip
Hoes in the club, which one to choose quick
Beef spill outside then gun get used quick
Cops question the kid but I ain't did shit
But rap I got the underground buyin' this shit
Whatever you do, you got to do your thing
Do your thing, do your thing, do your thing, do your thing
Sagittarius, various rounds of ammunition
Real life turn your face to an animation
They say I'm sick, I'm overdue for examination
White man look at me like I'm sanitation
Check the past, reflect it because I can't erase it
Still involved in making music that my nana hated
Uneducated was never attached to my name
Born winner, no he can't finish, tie game
I know you lovin' the work I put in this piece
Never askin' for nothing but to be rich, please
The fame came with attention that I never wanted
A lot of missed phone calls, about eleven hundred
Flashin' that wrinkled up cash, you call it ghetto money
Gotta get it now, or you never gonna get it money
Gotta get it myself, you can't get it for me
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the ceremony
Whatever you do, you got to do your thing
Do your thing, do your thing, do your thing, do your thing