[Chorus]
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman

[Verse 1]
I’m from a long line of hustlers, straight product of environment
See everything is in your reaches if you eyein it
Take whatever dream might scare you and you heighten it
I made this album for me, for your enlightenment (yeah)
Let me digrеss tho, back to the subject
All you n***as eyеballin man y’all lookin suspect
Way too women here homie why you upset
N***a pull ya skirt down you don’t wanna touch dat
Really I ain’t trippin I got pasta on the mind
A lil bread with olive oil and a cabby for the wine
I’ll preach it to the death you know I said hundred times
Must protect your energy and keep your head up to the sky
I’d like to think that I can be a beacon for advice
From the action I provide and I ain’t even gotta try
I just keep an open eye for those who hoping we demise
Gotta be much more thought provoking when you speak to me my guy

[Chorus]
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
[Verse 2]
I’m from a long line of swanksters, rubbin shoulders w the gangsters
Wit the owners of the nightclubs lounge sangers
Yellow diamond cut rings on the pinky fingers
Big body cadillac n***a wide swangers
Uncle Harold was a stylist for Diahann Carroll
And Harry Belalfonte ask my momma Cheryl
Bill Johnson told me I’m the 2nd comin pharaoh
I had a celly at the center called him Joe Camaro
True storyteller ain’t ashamed of it (wassup)
I know at times it prolly seemed like I contain grudges
I know a lot of people now who act like they ain’t love it
Back when I was no one they ain’t recognize my face in public (ahh!)
I suggest you walk around him here cuz he ain’t budgin
He ain’t seein nothin speak your evil so he see it comin
Dapper yeah I make it easy just to be in love wit
Please don’t get it twisted manners make the man I’ll teach you somethin (bitch!)

[Chorus]
Ahh! I do my thang
Boobie sayin when is we gon hang?
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
This shit crazy, might get hazy
Bet we still gon blaze it
(Y’all don’t hear me tho!)
But can you blame him
Ain’t no shamin keep it G like Kingsman
[Outro]
Bless you Joey, this is a good thing…