Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Do This, artist - Cashis. Album song Shady Capo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bogish Brand Ent
Song language: English
I Do This |
| On some real shit |
| Nigga I do this shit |
| I’ve been in the cage, and still was not afraid |
| Take a look at the gangster daddy didn’t raise |
| Young and a renegade, you a young nickel shay |
| You can’t keep a bitch even with the dumbest brain |
| I’ve been through so much pain, going against the grain |
| Knowin' this trick is made for leavin' a nigga sprayed |
| Uncle was runnin' thangs, that’s why I joined the gang |
| I got fame to make my partners do the same |
| You may not know about me, police be talkin' about me |
| Drama be all around me while this dark cloud surround me |
| levels are rough, niggas who never do trust, pick up the metal and bust, |
| fightin' is never enough |
| Holdin' the cane in my cuff, stashin' my heat in the tuck, you tryin' clap and |
| I’m right back with hammers and |
| Sippin' in the back 'a the truck, tryin' to survive the month |
| Stealin' diapers, formula, and boxes of blunts |
| If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit, |
| nigga I do this shit |
| I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit, |
| nigga I do this shit |
| I went from bein' the asshole of the classroom to washin' up in the McDonald’s |
| bathroom |
| At this point in my life I felt past doom, I’m a single parent daughter gotta |
| have food |
| Her first birthday, all I could do was, walk to the Taco Bell and split a |
| Chalupa |
| A dollar to my name didn’t even have the change for tax the cashier gave thanks |
| for that |
| I used to literally tell I love her and secretly wish that I was dead, |
| like her mother |
| No one to run to my life went under |
| Shotguns bust at me twice this summer |
| Got locked up couldn’t depend on my mother |
| No letters or visits, a mil from my gunnas |
| Baby mom she didn’t even know I said I love her |
| Thanksgiving in prison while she fucking another |
| If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit, |
| nigga I do this shit |
| I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit, |
| nigga I do this shit |
| I’m back at, won’t back down, I clap crowds |
| Imagine livin' life with smokers in the background |
| I gotta felony all I can do is rap now |
| P.O. |
| tryin' to force me to put the gat down |
| Violations drop dirty days thirty and the county for one more time of this ya |
| heard me? |
| Hey Mr. Washburn, jail don’t scare me |
| You know how many niggas outside wanna hurt me |
| I’m wit the turf bleed, I can make the Earth freeze |
| I plot pressure and fold em like a nursery’s |
| I got more seeds, two baby mommas and they both livin' with me |
| I’m supposed to get cheese, I see these rich kids ridin' in they Bentley’s, |
| I’ve snatched out the bucket that dips they wanna frisk me, now I got no wip, |
| sleepin' in Denny’s |
| Picture for pennies until the law come back to get me |
| If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit, |
| nigga I do this shit |
| I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit, |
| nigga I do this shit |
| Now that’s an honest record for yo ass, nigga |
| I ain’t always had cash nigga |
| Niggas was hustlin' was grindin', broke as fuck |
| But I do this shit |