Do What I do
Plumb stress on course rhymes become less in force
Ate some cheerios, fear foes need muscles and a source
Magazine stay fly as they try bring me down, wear bling around
My thing in town is to roll on bold strong dubs while cd sounds
Blast out the back glass fast, speakers in the trunk get freakier
With crunk ill and calm like Lil John snap my fingers feel sweeter
Scrubs give up entirely and live corrupt and fiery I got stories
Up in my diary that tells of life, hell and strife in categories
I’ve faced in this place, the rap game deserts me and this
Hurts a G, stay alert for a free chance to advance on a list
Of surprised demo’s wanna drive Limo’s need profit in my pocket
Doe, now my plan is weak as I stand on streets hustling trying to drop it
Like its hot by begging for nickels and dimes for dinner pickles and wine
Panic when I see a mechanic can’t even keep my vehicle aligned
My desire is strong to have a new tire put on so I went to firestone
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