| On some real shit
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| Nigga I do this shit
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| I’ve been in the cage, and still was not afraid
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| Take a look at the gangster daddy didn’t raise
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| Young and a renegade, you a young nickel shay
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| You can’t keep a bitch even with the dumbest brain
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| I’ve been through so much pain, going against the grain
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| Knowin' this trick is made for leavin' a nigga sprayed
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| Uncle was runnin' thangs, that’s why I joined the gang
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| I got fame to make my partners do the same
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| You may not know about me, police be talkin' about me
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| Drama be all around me while this dark cloud surround me
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| levels are rough, niggas who never do trust, pick up the metal and bust,
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| fightin' is never enough
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| Holdin' the cane in my cuff, stashin' my heat in the tuck, you tryin' clap and
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| I’m right back with hammers and
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| Sippin' in the back 'a the truck, tryin' to survive the month
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| Stealin' diapers, formula, and boxes of blunts
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| If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit,
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| nigga I do this shit
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| I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit,
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| nigga I do this shit
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| I went from bein' the asshole of the classroom to washin' up in the McDonald’s
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| bathroom
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| At this point in my life I felt past doom, I’m a single parent daughter gotta
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| have food
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| Her first birthday, all I could do was, walk to the Taco Bell and split a
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| Chalupa
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| A dollar to my name didn’t even have the change for tax the cashier gave thanks
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| for that
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| I used to literally tell I love her and secretly wish that I was dead,
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| like her mother
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| No one to run to my life went under
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| Shotguns bust at me twice this summer
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| Got locked up couldn’t depend on my mother
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| No letters or visits, a mil from my gunnas
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| Baby mom she didn’t even know I said I love her
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| Thanksgiving in prison while she fucking another
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| If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit,
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| nigga I do this shit
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| I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit,
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| nigga I do this shit
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| I’m back at, won’t back down, I clap crowds
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| Imagine livin' life with smokers in the background
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| I gotta felony all I can do is rap now
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| P.O. |
| tryin' to force me to put the gat down
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| Violations drop dirty days thirty and the county for one more time of this ya
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| heard me?
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| Hey Mr. Washburn, jail don’t scare me
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| You know how many niggas outside wanna hurt me
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| I’m wit the turf bleed, I can make the Earth freeze
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| I plot pressure and fold em like a nursery’s
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| I got more seeds, two baby mommas and they both livin' with me
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| I’m supposed to get cheese, I see these rich kids ridin' in they Bentley’s,
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| I’ve snatched out the bucket that dips they wanna frisk me, now I got no wip,
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| sleepin' in Denny’s
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| Picture for pennies until the law come back to get me
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| If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit,
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| nigga I do this shit
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| I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit,
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| nigga I do this shit
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| Now that’s an honest record for yo ass, nigga
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| I ain’t always had cash nigga
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| Niggas was hustlin' was grindin', broke as fuck
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| But I do this shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Do This , by - Cashis. Song from the album Shady Capo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп