C Will Do - Hulk lyrics

[Verse: C Will Do] Ayo! Take the beat and smash... Then dash Please don't be last To witness the greatness of C's past By past I mean the had the has the did the should The truth it's proof engraved in stone Now I'm on Light switch up Through your peace signs up When I'm gone and leave the room Leave the broom Don't sweep up my dirt It's undoubtedly worth The gold cross swangging on your shirt Uh You best believe n***a Cause you don't believe in Jesus That's why your chain is as fake as your steeze just Go back to me Been rapping since I was a preteen Back when airs where in Along with white tees My dad was a fallen angel to me Allah praiser but he did not have mercy Used to come at me like Muhammed Ali and his name is Mohammed, what irony a**hole to no degree Had a degree but wasn't smart at all to me and actually He acted irrationally For a college graduate Gradually trynna come at peace With this new life since he put down the 9 piece No dark or white meat Girls I prefer the white meat with the frame of a sista and the brain of Asian geek Cover like Ronde Cutting like Tiki Don't need a Barber Line my own sh** free And my words stay flowing like Fiji Grab your canoes and stock up on your wheaties Tide's coming in Check your local listings But back to the big screen He Had me feeling like a suicidal martyr Kneeling to the east behind him at the alter Imam Muzzamill "What a great father" I don't even know the name of the man's daughter But he did teach me the grind and showed me the line That should never be crossed Unless you're trynna make a dead line b**h I go pork rinds On halal beats kicking lee rhymes Leave you n***as in defeat Deadbeat like my dad in most ways Getting left at the flea market all day Even hustle rubber bands away Left with a dusty table and a stack of money Hahaha touché Seems like everything is cash motivated these days Paper chasing 'til d**h running the wrong way Burning through the cream too fast like it's brûlée And then Allah huakbar on payday What he'd say to a grade A But f** it it's a new day Traded away the jalihbil For a pile of k** More dollar bills Recognized my will Now I found my sk** Leaving all tracks Emmett Tilled To the docs trynna pop me with the pills To the faking kids saying that I wasn't ill Even chops they can pickle on my damn dill And mom I can do it I told you that it's real Just trust me and I'll bring back a mil And y'all will neva eva hafta to go without a single meal And bills, what bills? (Heh) Ma I got it Chill To j dub I know I missed your stub While I was "too busy" trynna be a f**ing stud But did you really do it? Did you hit the strip club? What's up Rel? What's good bro? I did what you said man I try to keep it hood bro Cornered by enemies It helped for your young bro I know you told me no but the drough is my mojo Mich what's up? I heard you balling up I heard you calling up No excuses But my cell phones been dialing up Hit me back in a cup- Couple moments To all the friends I missed man You hear me rap and own it Like my totaled car which didn't have insurance on it Still got drive, determination on Rooney Ducked in the shadows like my last name's Kony Had to get my voice right Y'all know it sounded it phony Now I'm stilt walking on a big pony I'm done! (But the battle's never won The battle's just begun! I'm done.)