文本歌词

Do It - Troy Ave/Styles P
Now I ain't got a worry in the world
I went from dealing bricks to doing rap
But now ni**a know I'm gonna be rich
I see the haters I'm pointing and laughing at the tears
I'm the biggest thing out my city in the past ten years
They don't do sh*t they p**sy in gats we trust
We ain't the same motherf**kers never loved us
Drake do R&B that's how he make his chips
I did R&B too but mines was rap and bricks
Don't knock the hustle we open come in go shop
Man you can buy anything except your way to the top
I look and sound like New York all my beats do not
These other rappers lookin' ****ty tryin' to see young chop
I'm fever the new school leader
You don't got no class I don't f**k with you neither
So don't tell me that you rep New York and you like what I bring
I heard that song when you was trying to be like 2 Chainz
You ride around lickin' **** I'm riding around with the grit
Life ill and everything real a ni**a spit
A few of you want payback cause your people gone
But I know god got me I did more right then wrong
Hovain is killing the business building
I want more and I say let's get millions
That's what we about to be getting I ain't trying to boast
But you niggas can't see me motherf**ker I'm ghost
I'm ghost too
Guess what I'm close to the handgun the w**d bag
Tell grandmothers I'll kill their grandsons
My soul's ugly my face handsome
I sold bass and I took niggas for ransom
Ex stick up kid h****n dealer
A lot of rappers claiming they real but I bet I'm realer
I'm just an og smoking og kush
I'll murder that young boy and get the og bush
It's enormous sh*t new informer sh*t
Get you popped up 38 taurus sh*t
Niggas like me is the reasons that the law exist
Lord assist
Captain nema want an order list
You want bricks I'm the one you put the order with
F**k it up you getting drowned in your daughter dip
I'm on some Mexican cartel border sh*t
I got fish scale who looking to score this sh*t
I got big bullets who want to explore the clip
Either the big nine or the four to fifth
Or you can get a shell from the trey pound
The money stacks up but I stay down