Do It

I got some real niggas in this bitch

Real niggas big on ride it is

Now who you do it fo’?

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need ‘em

The ones who done been doubtin’ and turned them folks in believers

For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you

I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle

From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin’

I beat this shit for y’all and I guarantee that they love it

Who you do it fo’?

Now who you do it fo’?

If I got a night just waste me in Versace gear

I pay for all them pussies, then they hate and spit

Put my casket, rob me eighty to a hundred thou

Nothing less than love, you shall be ballin’ down

Realest nigga and it ain’t up for debation

I do it for them hustlers all over the nation

Look in my eyes, see what I see

Heir my brother’s people, eat what I eat

Word to my momma, bitch I’m tryna die a legend

Pray to god my second home is gon reside in heaven

Pushing that Phantom like it’s a coup

No top on my lady, drop off the roof

Young and I’m thuggin’, blessed in a bunus

Whatcha know ‘bout getting money? Errand in the summer

Did it and done it. Bring it, you want it

I got an answer for your question

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need ‘em

The ones who done been doubtin’ and turned them folks in believers

For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you

I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle

From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin’

I beat this shit for y’all and I guarantee that they love it

Who you do it fo’?

Now who you do it fo’?

I do it for the niggas in the peniten

Who barely see the sun, that’s cuz they doin’ bids

I pray for all you phantoms away from your kids

Cross through many nights cuz I lost one half of a twin

That’s why I’m livin’ life cuz I might die tomorrow

This watch is disrespectful, I might catch a charge

Pull up on my ex I’m like wudup bitch?

This shit I’m drivin’ cost a quarter fuck a dumb shit

Back on the block, strapped with the Glock

No tint on the Phantom, see what you not

23, only majored in getting money

Do it for the ones who made a way from nothin’

Shout out them dope boys

Shout out you go getters

One for them broke homies, two for the rich niggas

I was a man when my daddy wasn’t

I got an answer for your question

I do it for the streets, the people, the haters, we need ‘em

The ones who done been doubtin’ and turned them folks in believers

For the struggle, the hustle, my momma, I love you

I taught me how to get it, I got this shit from the muscle

From the block, the gutter, the bottom, we thuggin’

I beat this shit for y’all and I guarantee that they love it

Who you do it fo’?

Now who you do it fo’?

Now who you do it fo’?