Do A Lot

[Chorus]
Million dollar thoughts, went and jot it on a Google Doc
Do a lot, had to move my twelve to a two o'clock
Right around the time I left the pad to hit the noodle spot
Helicopters flying 'cause a dude got his noodle popped

[Verse 1]
Seen shit you wouldn't wanna see, I've been through a lot
Grew a lot, fuck about a rumor if it's true or not
The flow is worth about a hundred times of what the jewler got
I call it like I'm Stuart Scott, ey what they sayin'?
They say the raps is hard, I keep the cash on a plastic card
Off-track but didn't crash the car
You really ain't heard of Jerry? Damn, that's bizarre
What you live under a rock, what you Patrick Star?
Bitch, you crazy if you think I wouldn't match the bars
A rockstar in my past life, I smashed guitars
We going back to back, I'm coming back to spar
I ain't a dog, shit, I'm something out of Jurassic Park
Just a mortal man, I'm not a G-O-D
I've been about it from the start, check the D.O.B
I can only share this story from my P.O.V
A sharp shooter, boy, I hit it on the D-O-T
I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one is pointed at your weak-ass heart
I said, it's rest in peace to Guru, aye, who got who?
I been taking care of me, I hope that you got you
These closed mouths don't get fed, bitch, so who got food?
I hunt and gather what I see, freeze, do not move
On a California interstate with 2Pac queued
I still got some old writtens in a shoebox too

[Chorus]
But now it's million dollar thoughts, went and jot it on a Google Doc
Do a lot, had to move my twelve to a two o'clock
Right around the time I left the pad to hit the noodle spot
Helicopters flying 'cause a dude got his noodle popped

[Verse 2]
Funny how they doubted what I'm doing, but I knew the plot
Prove a lot, I don't need a mansion or a newer yacht
Said she wanna do it, so she blew it like the fluid hot
Then we- I won't get into it, nah
Ready to pop any minute, I migh just open they lid
I went big off the top rope, might've broken a rib
I'm only joking but I know they probably hoping I did
A toast to the kid for tryna put his home on the grid
You better get some gloves had in the coat from the crib
A cold-hearted motherfucker, boy, you know how I live
You see, I'm coming at your throat, I don't forget and forgive
I'm prime time, boy we know where you sit
You a benchwarmer
I ain't no second-string player, not a backup, man
You only moving in reverse with a backup plan
I came out the shell, I'm here to stack up clams
Play games and get smacked up, man
Fuck outta here