[Verse 1]
Came a long way from the bottom
Told all my niggas I got em'
If a nigga got a problem we solve em'
One call and the all of my dogs dem
Go and check the stats been somebody way before a nigga started rappin'
Rappin' when I'm really livin' its a shame cuz all these other niggas actin'
I used to be stuck in the drought
My brother played ball for the scouts
But it never worked out so he had to trap out my momma house
Yeah I had to hit a couple licks
Yeah I used to pick up the phone
Yeah I had to break it all down to a dub, eighth, q, p, and a zone
I said it before imma say it again ain't none of these niggas yo' friends
They gon' smile in yo' face and they gon' call you yo' bro
But trust me it's all the pretend
Had to leave certain niggas cuz certain shit they couldn't comprehend
Call em' feelings but when the cats are closed nigga its me in the end
A nig I do, A nig I do so he could provide for his family
All my niggas on the side cuz I don't like when a man stand behind me
I eat shrimp with calamari
I treat ballin' like a hobby
Ya bitch ride me up right before she ride like a fuckin' Kawasaki
Sus niggas movin' wonky
So I had to cut em' off
Niggas want to be the boss
8 gun what it cost?
I turn 12 to 81 from Tom Brady straight to Randy Moss
All these niggas like cookies when the heat turn on they get soft
[Hook]
You do what you can I do what I want
I walk through the back you walk through the front
I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt
If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt
You do what you can I do what I want
I walk through the back you walk through the front
I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt
If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt
[Verse 2]
All these niggas my damn sons
Good weed call it N1
I walk in the club with a plus 1
You was stuck at the door you was lookin' dumb
Half these shots got my face numb
A backwood get the job done
I ran through your hoe like a stick up
She threw that shit back like a hiccup
In New York pourin' fours Chauncy Billups
She wanna get in so she know me now
If I get her back in she gon' blow me down
In the back of my car she gon' fuck me now
Man I had to get me a bag
So when I shot don't look at tags
Two don't know roofs on the jag
My bitch said I drive too fast
She gave me head while I'm dippin' on her ass
I tell go deepthroat so she gagged
I know she fuckin' with me cuz I got cash
Young nigga pizzaz
She said her nigga sad, that's why she left his ass
If you get long piped from Swoosh there ain't no goin' back
[Hook]
You do what you can I do what I want
I walk through the back you walk through the front
I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt
If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt
You do what you can I do what I want
I walk through the back you walk through the front
I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt
If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt