Do It For

[Verse 1]
Son of mary, father of moses, whatever threat life poses keep your arms around me
Keep your arms around me ‘cause things change like somebody overpaid
But I heard if you stay, grounded, then you good
Committing devilish acts so them troubles stay surrounded
Could never pivot my ways I use ‘em to an advantage
You a play or Coach K had the ask myself that question
The latter was too demanding so what have we here
Another bandit pursuing the planet that’s way over his scalp but fuck it
Close yo mouth this my church I give lyrical scriptures
And hope that tithes roll in like tides upon a beach shore
To be more, than the average man they try to destroy
Glad that I arrived them other styles is simply decoys
This noise ain’t flapping lips get out this filth and feed my people
With that being said take a guess on what I do it for

[Chorus]
Pile these songs call them recordings then release in hopes they checking for ‘em
And if they do then cool i’m just trynna feed my family mo’
And with that being said take a guess on what I do it for (do it for)
Yea yea yea do it for (do it for)
Yea yea n***a do it for (do it for)
I’m just trynna feed my family mo’
So i’m working like a pro chief scramblin’ for dough

[Verse 2]
I know some listeners is poor I been the n***a thats broke
I’m still the n***a thats broke guess what this elmer’s is for
Sticking to the plan closely ‘round the green Ima gulf
The result is, i’m turning heads just like spokes
I’m raw but that’s law, these quotables’ll get me off the couch and onto blogs like gossip girl
And thus far my drama been up the wall, so post me on ya wall
I’m the ignorance lighting spark one hit and you out the park
Park your car, jam my tape, these tapes is jammed with dedication
Son, my mom would say, show ‘em that this rapping shit no accident
Unpack the clip unload the zip and give ‘em dope bullets till they casket filled
Float above the masses David Copperfield
Imagine fields of Mass Appeals, solely off the strength that they know you real
And (do it for) my n****s with empty pantries
And (do it for) my n****s without a plan B
And (do it for) my n****s whose ideas is cubicled
Feeling more forgotten than them gaters in that sewer hole
From where they pop you and peel like pharmaceuticals
Too much shit to heal and for Dr. Phil to know
So I make it a mission, to take my composition on an expedition till you see me and my affiliates on ya television
These tracks is murder victims I’m giving head on collisions
I’m taking ‘em out of commission till I collect commission
If you resenting then you flight attendant tripping
My ambition to the point where tunnel vision my only decision
Better duck if you think I won’t blow
And with that being said take a guess on what I do it for

[Chorus]
Pile these songs call them recordings
Then release in hopes they checking for it
So I’m working like a pro chef scramblin’ for dough
I’m just trynna feed my family mo’
And with that being said take a guess on what I do it for