| Now I ain’t got a worry in the world, I went from dealing bricks to doing rap
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| But nowa nigga know I’m gonna be rich
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| I see the haters I’m pointing, and laughing at the tears
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| I’m the biggest thing out my city in the past ten years
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| They don’t do shit they pussy, in gats we trust
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| We ain’t the same, motherfuckers never loved us
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| Drake do R&B, that’s how he make his chips
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| I did R&B too, but mines was rap and bricks
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| Don’t knock the hustle we open, come in go shop
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| Man you can buy anything except your way to the top
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| I look and sound like New York, all my beats do not
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| These other rappers lookin' shitty tryin' to see young chop
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| I’m fever, the new school leader, you don’t got no class I don’t fuck with you
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| neither
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| So don’t tell me that you rep New York and you like what I bring
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| I heard that song when you was trying to be like 2chainz
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| You ride around lickin' dick, I’m riding around with the grit
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| Life ill and everyone real a nigga spit
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| A few of you want payback cause your people gone
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| But I know God got me, I did more right then wrong
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| Hovain is killing, the business building
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| I want more and I say lets get millions
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| That’s what we about to be getting, I ain’t trying to boast
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| But you niggas can’t see me, motherfucker I’m ghost
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| I’m ghost too
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| Guess what I’m close to? |
| The handgun, the weed bag
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| Tell grandmothers I’ll kill their grandsons
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| My soul’s ugly my face handsome
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| I sold bass, and I took niggas for ransom
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| Ex stick up kid, heroin dealer
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| A lot of rappers claiming they real but I bet I’m realer
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| I’m just an OG smoking OG kush
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| I’ll murder that young boy and get the OG bush
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| It’s enormous shit, new informer shit
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| Get you popped up, 38 taurus shit
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| Niggas like me, is the reasons that the law exist
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| Lord assist,?
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| You want bricks? |
| I’m the one you put the order with
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| Fuck it up you getting drowned in your?
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| I’m on some mexican, cartel, border shit
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| I got fish scale, who looking to score this shit
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| I got big bullets, who want to explore the clip
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| Either the big nine or the four to fifth
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| Or you can get a shell from the trey pound
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| The money stacks up but I stay down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do It , by - Troy Ave. Song from the album White Christmas 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп