文本歌词

I got some real niggas in this b**ch
Real niggas big on ride it is
Now who you do it fo'
I do it for the streets the people the haters we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle the hustle my momma I love you
I taught me how to get it I got this sh*t from the muscle
From the block the gutter the bottom we thuggin'
I beat this sh*t for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'
Now who you do it fo'
If I die tonight just lace me in Versace gear
I pay for all them pussies then they hate and spit
Put my casket rob me eighty to a hundred thou
Nothing less than love you shall be ballin' down
Realest ni**a and it ain't up for debation
I do it for them hustlers all over the nation
Look in my eyes see what I see
Heir my brother's people eat what I eat
Word to my momma b**ch I'm tryna die a legend
Pray to God my second home is gon reside in heaven
Pushing that Phantom like it's a coup
No top on my lady drop off the roof
Young and I'm thuggin' blessed in a bunus
Whatcha know 'bout getting money Errand in the summer
Did it and done it Bring it you want it
I got an answer for your question
I do it for the streets the people the haters we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle the hustle my momma I love you
I taught me how to get it I got this sh*t from the muscle
From the block the gutter the bottom we thuggin'
I beat this sh*t for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'
Now who you do it fo'
I do it for the niggas in the peniten
Who barely see the sun that's cause they doin' bids
I pray for all you phantoms away from your kids
Cross through many nights cause I lost one half of a twin
That's why I'm livin' life cause I might die tomorrow
This watch is disrespectful I might catch a charge
Pull up on my ex I'm like wudup b**ch
This sh*t I'm drivin' cost a quarter f**k a dumb sh*t
Back on the block strapped with the Glock
No tint on the Phantom see what you not
23 only majored in getting money
Do it for the ones who made a way from nothin'
Shout out them d**e boys
Shout out you go getters
One for them broke homies two for the rich niggas
I was a man when my daddy wasn't
I got an answer for your question
I do it for the streets the people the haters we need 'em
The ones who done been doubtin' and turned them folks in believers
For the struggle the hustle my momma I love you
I taught me how to get it I got this sh*t from the muscle
From the block the gutter the bottom we thuggin'
I beat this sh*t for y'all and I guarantee that they love it
Who you do it fo'
Now who you do it fo'