Intro: Yo it's like

[Chorus: J Dilla]
To fall in love
With the things you do
Don't sell yourself
To fall in love
With those things you do

[Verse 1: Baatin]
All these ladies loving my music it's like some good sex
Fellas wanna ride on my jock like it's a Lex
Meet on the block to pick up the new text
Toss this in the deck so you can catch rep
I'm the only brother grip up the mic like it's a joke
When you fall in love with the music you never grow
Put down your mic, you do not have flow
You take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Speaking of musical, I listen to rivers flow
In thе studio, my loot is still usual
Ladies loving my lyrical, it's like sex
On my way to thе top, but never stop the rest
[?] with the S
Whole world fell in love with the S
For real
[Chorus: J Dilla]
Don't fall in love
With the things you do
Don't sell yourself
To fall in love
With those things you do

[Verse 2: T3]
Yeah, Jay Dee, man, I see sometimes
I sit and wonder when I think about these written rhymes
How'd I get to the point cops be takin' all my time?
Time I could've been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hoping one day it comes around
One day when I'm
The man gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Getting the heck up out the ghetto, 'cause I'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that I feel this way sometimes
But sometimes I feel like this here's a waste of time
Yours and mine
To these out here trying to rhyme
Your reason for it better sure 'nough be genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind
And for the love

[Chorus: J Dilla]
Don't sell yourself
To fall in love
With the things you do
Don't sell yourself
To fall in love
With those things you do