What I Do (XXL Freestyle)

[Video Intro]
Yo, what's good, it's Lou the Human
I'm from Staten Island, New York, and you watching XXL

[Verse]
It's Hugh Rack', man, two back hands till they blue-black man
For your crews back-handed comments
That man who vomit on an empty stomach
And still winnin' the race, you gotta guess we run it
I don't they want it, they need returns
A rematch with me sir's a reburn
I'm from the West where the reefs burn
They chief herb like they on they Chiraq shit
Bet they buy back shit, a couple Os and flip 'em
Yeah, you know tradition, but I been known I was on a mission
I mean, where you s'pposed to go with no pot to piss in?
How you gonna miss the lows with no pot you spliff in?
I don't ever take a break, I don't got a minute
I mean what you trying to break if it's not the limit? Yeah
What you trying to take if it's not for granted
I mean what you trying to take if it's not the planet?
Shit, I don't got the planet
Unhanded I still throw punches
I'm rehearsed, I'm a star, super no bustin'
Me and bro was trying to get it, we was both hustlin'
Putting in work when most wasn't, word
I'm no German but I'm somebody you cannot see
My style's what they ate off dog, they copies
I'ma put the city on in a second
Reborn, reinvented, bitch I'm gone come and get him, yeah
A lot of people talk shit and show love too
And never mean it, it's the reason that I'm stuck rude
With this middle finger up screamin', "Fuck you"
Shit, I don't really give a fuck but it's nothin' new
They could suck it, some D-Generation X shit
At this point, I don't ever need a necklace
'Cause I made it so far, man, without one
They always say they do something but I doubt them
They threats is empty, tank is too
I'm a little gassed up but the dank is too
Everybody asked how I became this dude
Prolly when I stopped trying to make a change for you
Prolly when I stopped trying to pick a lane to use
And said fuck it, I'ma swerve till I break the rules
Homie, I be with my ace till we paid in full
And if I see a spot empty, I'ma take it too
Face it, dude, you don't want no static with us, yeah
Old friends hated, yeah, they madder than fuck
I feel you, dawg, it sucks that it had to be us
We just needed a home run and I'm the batter that's up
Funny people you was down with be mad that you up
Throw dirt on your name, after that, hit you up
But we up in this pigsty where they bakin' and the pigs rise
Shouldn't mess really but still I would never switch sides
West Side, NY, SI
If I ain't the best, God, then I'm getting close
When they hang, you should get a rope
Want change, you should hit the store
Homie, what is hand four?
I ain't on your list, then your list is off
Shittin' just to piss 'em off
Fuck 'em, I'ma get 'em all
These new rappers are wack
These old rappers are losing it
Move backwards, I'm back
The truth back on the map
Swear I thought about quittin' but I can't give it up
The homies keep tellin' me that the game need me
I got the weight of the world and it ain't easy
But I'm still lifting smack but I'm still spliffin'
Pill-grippin', I feel different
Slippin' back to my old ways in the cold days
From where they die of ODs, not old age
Some of my only choices move dope or split cocaine
Swear to God, hope I don't end up like Cobain
Or just another mofucker dead with no name
If you don't feel Hugh then you don't know pain
How you gonna know sunshine if you don't know rain?
It's okay though, yeah, I ain't even complaining
I'm too complex, it ain't easy explainin'
Bitch, I'm from the slums, it ain't easy escapin'
So I'm trying to get it now, it ain't easy to wait
When motherfuckers dying left and right
Got me up at night
Countin' up, trying to make sure the budget right
Too many youngins out here on that 'fuck it' life
Sizzurp in the fuckin' Sprite, buggin' tryna chug a pint

[Outro]
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