DOs(DONTs)

[Verse 1]
Don’t let them tell you what to do Ho , I’ve been running-running, lately I’ve been feeling like a gun is on my stomach, told the shooter if he’s man enough he better bust it, tell the youth to spread the truth cause everybody loves it but ain’t nobody trying to commit to it, ain’t nobody trying to admit they be killing shit, I know a couple snitches that be telling on the regular, my talent is irregular compared to these regular niggas, I’m on a hell of a mission, I’m description of hell to a Christian, you gave us diamonds but they never glistened, I be announcing but they never listen, that shit you’re cooking is urine you’ve got a pot to piss in, they love the way I’m maneuvering with these lyrics, who’s giving me the clearance, if not, I’m coming unannounced, uninvited, uncalled for, till I’m on tour with the brightest of the stars and I never let them tell me what to do ho

[Refrain]
Never-never-never let ‘em tell me-tell me what to do, look;

[Verse 2]
Don’t let them tell you what to do Ho , I’ve been on a come up, I believe in karma, I’m about to be the Dalai Lama of my own fate for my own sake, born alone die alone, this that Home Alone Tape, and I brought back the jazz like Karl Malone did, and I’m about to crash on this beat like I’m homeless oh shit, and that’s a play on words, you see I tried to dig deep but all I did was get some clay on my shirt, man they ask for repeats that’s Le Encure or Encore or whatever you feel you deserve, you can miss me with the bullshit and the manure, I swerve on the hoes, I’m ahead of the curb, I hired all the lows, that’s why you couldn’t see me, you got burnt by STDs like CDs, better protect yourself, next time they boss you around don’t let yourself let ‘em tell you what to do

[Refrain]
Never, don’t you ever-ever-ever let ‘em tell you what to do

Nigga