Lyrics My Thing - Marger

My Thing

2005 and had the game
Kept at gutter came from the drain
Why would I spit about champs and raving
I was in the blocks when I paid for the cane
Bitch getting pushed in the crib everyday
No one had a role so I’m mixing away
Younguns are making the roads so flames
Feds in unmarked whips everyday
When I was young I used to walk with the gay
All of them paid for my trips on the plane
Not for the sunshine just for the packages
Three days baxed and I’m back in the rain
Back in the flats
Cats in a cage
Holding a box no David Blaine
Carrying a .38 just in case
Anybody violate I’m taking aim
Carrying so much heat I burst a few veins
Close what I had burst at your face
Man know I’ve been doing dirt from day
Bad boy from 21st of May
But these f*cks want to tarnish my name
HOOK:
Oooh I’mma do this ting until the day I
Oooh I’mma still do my
I’mma I’mma do my thing
Iiiiiiii I’mma do this ting until the day I die
I’mma still do my
I’mma I’mma do my thing
Nothing but homicide thoughts in my brain
Revenge in my heart
Wacking a man
There is no satisfaction
Let us spend the rest of life in pain
Anything I did, I’d done it in vain
.22 gotta start making a change
Come a long way from knife-point robbery
Never got my eyes in a range
Still trying to get paid
Still in the studio feeling strange
Money going down and it slightly hurts
How long 'till I earn bax in the game
Got enough haters foxing again
MCs want to act bad in the game
But they don’t know I assumed that I doubted the game
My baby’s mother drives me insane
Hints of my girl when I mention her name
She wants to act so stupid
She said she was going to take my daughter away
But I won’t have that
So any money you want have that
You will get paid
Just make sure I see my daughter’s face
HOOK