[Verse]
I'm about to make it to the top
When I get it, pray it never stop
Thought of sipping liquor 'til the last drop
In my drop-top whip, swerving 'round my block
I'ma get it
And inkwari better be at my spot
I could have been a chef, dawg, I like pot
And I gotta say, dawg, I'm quite shocked
How they get it and they spend it like they scared it might rot
Me I rather save some for my kids, dawg, than go MC Hammer broke
When I get a wife like Miss Keys, dawg, or like miss Amber Rose
But until then I gotta grid hard and heavy, I'ma cope
'til that moola makes me go Haha, 'cause I get it like a joke
Haha
Pissing off a couple of these rappers, they don't get it
When I get it they all pro'ly gonna lose it, yeah
You could swear I never got an A
'cause the way that I get up on the mic I go stupid, yeah
f** it, even though I'm underground I still got a virgin sound
They ain't f**ing with my music, yeah
Just call me a fly, let me tell you why
Everytime you see me, dawg, I'm always on some new sh**, yeah
[Chorus]
I do it, I do it, I do it
f** it, I did it. It's done
I do it, I do it, I do it
f** it, I did it. It's done
Did it, did it, did it
f** it, I do it. It's done
I do it, I do it, I do it
f** it, I did it. It's done
[Verse]
They like Pyro why yo bragging like you got it
You ain't got it. Ain't nobody over here know who you is
Well, boy I'm that spitter that move like a sprinter
On beats made by Spitta, on crew sh**
Dawg, I'm that boy that invaded like Troy
Then I went and deployed all my new sh**
See, I'm god with these raps and you rappers my sons
But ya'll don't believe on that Jew tip, yeah
Lately I ain't been so lyrical
But I know you love the way these whole lyrics are
'cause complex is so f**ing difficult
When I handle these bars it's so criminal
I'm just tryna make something from nothing
And I ain't asking for nothing
If you hate then you hate, if you love what I make then that's great
I ain't stunting or nothing
But guess who's back from the dead like Lazuras
Kinosonic first, nothing after us
Bayas'saba, ngyaz'
S'shay' inamba, plus our fam counting on us like an abacus
I cut straight through rappers
In the cut while I cut straight through rappers
What's the fuss, why you guys hate new rappers
Nam' angaz, I'ma just hate new rappers
I hate new rappers, ey
Oh, flip. That means I hate myself
I just sliced up, and diced up, and ate myself
But it's f**ed up, I taste like I ain't myself
Now I think I'm blue, feeling like I paint myself
'cause I pay myself a little too much attention
Forgot about the things that needed my attention
I'm too ga**ed up, I do burn
It's my turn, like a train, no more you turns, ey
[Chorus]
I do it, I do it, I do it
f** it, I did it. It's done
I do it, I do it, I do it
f** it, I did it. It's done
Did it, did it, did it
f** it, I do it. It's done
I do it, I do it, I do it
f** it, I did it. It's done
[Outro]
Done
Done
Done
f** it, I did it. It's done