[Chorus]
I don’t do shit don’t go outside
With my right hand up to God I tell no lies
Don’t know your worth then what’s the price?
I got everything I need to come alive
I don’t do shit don’t go outside
With my right hand up to God I tell no lies
Don’t know your worth then what’s the price?
I got everything I need to come alive
[Verse 1: Cantrell]
(Yeah) N***as on dumb shit
And I don’t want none of to function
‘cause I’m tryna run shit
And I don’t need that on my conscious (Mm)
Ain’t no assumptions, nah, n***a ain’t no judgment
‘Cause I got the gumption to never go put myself on the auction
Sick n***a nauseous rap I’m a marksman
Killin’ ‘em often, really I’m God sent
Sellin’ my soul? Nah it ain’t bargain
How can you fault them when I’m at they noggin?
Already solved ‘em you ain’t gotta ask for it
Wanna kick thеn I need a mask for it
Wanna parlay ‘cause they ain’t seen a n***a
I’m in overdrivе, what’s a dashboard?
Fuck what you heard, I been in here with the same team
I see the envy all over you everything that you go touch it gang green
2020 never had permission to break you, we up ‘til the pain ease
Get out the war and go get me some metal, but I got my heart on the same sleeve I put my girl on the same thing... I put my team in the same bling
Talkin’ ‘bout freedom, we movin’ needle when we get to pointin’ just say cheese Hip Hop is some black and brown business
Created by black and brown n*****
How you figure that we gon’ get up just to give it up?!
Wanna be us but they ain’t free
(That’s perfect)
[Chorus]
I don’t do shit don’t go outside
With my right hand up to God I tell no lies
Don’t know your worth then what’s the price?
I got everything I need to come alive
I don’t do shit don’t go outside
With my right hand up to God I tell no lies
Don’t know your worth then what’s the price?
I got everything I need to come alive
[Verse 2: Doeman]
(Uhn)
Dwayne Carter no pen with mine, don’t fuck with people I ain’t been outside
Got a 100 vatos and we finna ride, and look Donald Trump the new genocide
Serve penitentiaries with this pen of mine, I got an angel’s heart but got a villain’s mind
(Big DYNA gang!) Pussy pick a side in, I’m in a black Benz with yo bitch inside
The villain get fetti for real, Bun B keep it trill, southside that’s for Lil’
My bitch poppin’ pills, Bisco got the steel (Y’all pussies ain’t real!)
Make a pussy rubber back back, got black mac in a backpack
Got fat sack if they want that, then it’s (rrrratatatatat!)
Everything is acrobatic, automatic, H-Town on a slab we acrobatics
I been on go you ain’t half as active (We don’t give a fuck we want all the static!)
Look dirty been made, yeah we talkin’ pain, leave them boys broke and not talkin’ sprain
Got bodies on the floor, copped chalking stains then we hit him in the head knocked of his brain (Yee)
Flow sick and I ain’t infect, nevermind Dodi flow sick like incest
Been through so much gyde damn I zen stress, boy I’m the boss, CEO, I invest
Paid all my dues, pay me back with interest, play with the kid fuckboy get chin checked
Money turn me on like a bad bitch big breasts
Dodi and Cantrell we ain’t missed yet (Barrio God!)
