Do What I Gotta, Pt. 2

Bitch I’m up in the trenches tucked with the sickest stuff and a swisher rolled
No twitter stuff insta Pinter what? I don’t give a fuck I’m in business mode

Pigs listening so don’t hit the phone
I’ve been tense the tension is miserable
Was dismissed and dissed did this shit alone
So I equipped the kid with a pistol go

It was a dude and his Patna
Me and the crew coming thru just to rob em
Crazy what humans would do for the guava
Making the move either shoot or your arms up

Better be giving me bank
Let it be let it be Eddy or Beverly let me be frank
Bet that I’m setting the stakes
Imma need cheddar believe I don’t mess with no blanks

I wanna flex and be great
More than a petty thief gimme a set on the stage
But first to invest in this tape
That is the recipe ready we set an escape

We go down to my boys apartment
Go count it out and avoid the law then
Make a new song like we’re poised to profit
Imma need a few gold coins in coffin

I need bass and a ratchet beat!
All these actors harassing me!
Cash and green stacks a mansion
Leave the bad status seize a grand plan for me

I seen it all in the theaters
They don’t want me for a job we are taunted and beaten
Neighbors would floss what they be in
They don’t know they were the cause that it’s gone as of recent
I need a shot at my freedom
Not all these broads getting lost in my DMs
Caught all the cops while they’re calling and creeping
I don’t want boss so I’m robbing and leaving
Because

Listen I do what I gotta
Listen I do what I gotta
Listen I do what I gotta
You get it too if you moving to stop us

Look my baby got to eat!
Even if I gotta take or lie or cheat
Didn’t guess how crazy I could be?
How you gonna juggle fame and privacy
Take your ivory, chain, your diamond ring
Shades your shine and keys
Hey it’s mine for keeps
Hate me imma flee
Pay my fines and fees
Take my time and breathe
Ain’t no finding me baby imma be gone

Gotta provide for my spawn
Not that it’s right it’s the life that I’m on
And I need to grind or I’m gone
I just see y’all compromise on the side of the law

They may just hate me cause my chain swings
And my newest impala

Or just my high talk and my pride, rock like
Hakuna matatata

Or just my sly charm and my side arm like
I flew into Gaza

Or how I do this and loud music to get
Thru with the trauma

Who the fuck is you threatening when yo
Set is little? don’t step we’ll end you

I’m the type that’ll wreck your rental
Hit room like the fuck is a second fiddle?

Know first impressions awful precious
Better let em know
Once I collect I’m repping drenched in gold from head to toe

Reckon when I’m wrecking it perfection is inevitable
My residence is treacherous the veterans will let you know

Never send for evidence confessions just respect the code
If you not for the betterment you’re better as a vegetable

If you ain’t lost your hope
Then talk some mo
You oughta know you could get your fucking toddler thrown

Listen I do what I gotta
Listen I do what I gotta
Listen I do what I gotta
You get it too if you moving to stop us