Do It All (feat. James Fauntleroy / Vic Mensa)

Do it all for a while

I'm ready to go now

I remember kickbacks and kick flips

Always kiddin in the mischief

Mama had the red in trappin with the stick shift

I take it out on missions and crash it

And will get crowned just like a dipshit

And they at school like ain't nobody fresher than my clique shit

You never thought you'd have a son like this

The type of son that run with them niggas

That hold up them guns like this

He gots a hunger for God and wants

To resemble his son like this?

He's confused so he takes it out

On the jumps like this – drop it

Pretty much I wanna be great

Done peed in my glas, I won't yell and tell on my play uh

I wanna be first place in the grammy race

With a college grad yellow bone

With all my grammy traits

And I want on my album platinum

I want none on this shelf

And I wanna be a great dad 'cus

I ain't have more for myself my nigga

So before nothing's left I'll do right

Never thought I'd have this chance in my life

I bet ya'll I'll do it all tonight

All I got was broken heart

And just our tops, we could take it off

Pause, my nigga

Do it all for a while

I'm ready to go now

I always wanted to make the people clap – like that

Like wayne retired and missed a song

He played when he came back

I just wanna live out the thoughts

I have when I'd sit in the shower

Left in the water, hit me wishing heaven had visiting hours

I miss corn bread, I mis rowdy

I wish they could see me now

They'd probably tell me that they were

Proud and I would say show me who doubted it

Right when they point at you

I wanna cock back, point and shoot

But I wouldn't do that cause that would turn off my lime light

And I'm just tryna live life like I could die tomorrow

Like the sky is falling, life is diabolic

People die for dollars on the side of markets

And police take forever to arrive and park it

And by the time they find the guy who popped him

Witness won't talk to a cop or a fire marshall

What am I supposed to do besides get it up in this rap shit?

Without ya'll talkin that jerk shit and that trap shit

Did you for you like a dumb ass shit

Well that's classin cause I told ya'll

We was tight and proof

That's right, in one verse

Yea, I shoulda make that tonight

All I got was broken heart

And just our tops, we could take it off

Pause, my nigga

Do it all for a while

I'm ready to go now

Magic in the musical moments, songs in the key of life

Feelin like stevie wonder, well he used to think I need a light

Part of me kindly copycat kidos can't sneak or bite

Bet I make em eat they words

Wavy light skin Jesus christ

Me and pries connected to making classic

Was classicly frequently absent back in my classes

Back when I used to keep a quarter inside my backpack

Back and with me young in high school

Me and the team was like the ratt pack

I'm young sinatra, rock the gold chain like cleopatra

Watching from the balcony, black binoculars at the opera

Peepin this shit from the sight I'm seeing a different angle

You see money behind closed doors and a shake of change

Ray ray had the range rove, used to pick us up like every weekend

We be tweaking, turning 20, now I'm seeking deeper meaning

What's the word? I heard the hoods just sayin but shit been different

The band broke up, zoe's prepin and eddy's still in prison

Screamin free my nigga ugly ill til my lung go lonely on this island

I've been poppin bottles to bottom

I pray, I hope this shit doesn't show

So in southern cali don't play boom

With the drizzle and potent pposed to be eatin

Shrimp and steak, 1000$ plates, these fake niggas can't deny me nothing

Couldn't walk around in these panties, these rappers a dime a dozen

Timing is effort, she said she know I got it right

But I'm only here til tomorrow so I guess we gon do it all tonight

All I got was broken heart

And just our tops, we could take it off

Pause, my nigga

Do it all for a while

I'm ready to go now