Audio Push, VIC MENSA, James Fauntleroy - Do It All lyrics

Been on top for a while
I’m ready to go now, my niggas

I remember kickbacks and kick flips
Always getting into mischief
Mama had the red Intrepid
With the stick shift
I take it out on missions and crash it
And would get grounded like a dipshit
And be at school like "ain’t
Nobody fresher than my clique", shit
You never thought you’d have a son like this
The type of son that run with them niggas
That hold up them guns like this
He gots a hunger for God and wants
To resemble his son like this
He’s confused so he takes it out
On the drums like this drop 'em uh
Pretty much I wanna be great
Dom P in my glass, I
Want Yellowtail on my plate, uh
I wanna be first place in the Grammy race
With a college grad
Yellow bone with all my granny trait's
And I want all my albums platinum
I want none on the shelf
And I wanna be a great dad ‘cause
I ain’t have one for myself, my nigga
So before nothing’s left I’ll do right
Never thought I’d have this chance in my life
I bet y'all I’ll do it all tonight
Price! Free Ninja!

All y'all, we been working hard gotta
'fore I lose my nigga
Been on top for a while
I’m ready to go now, my niggas

I always wanted to make the
People clap – like that
Like Wayne retired and this the song
He played when he came back
I just wanna live out the thoughts I'd
Have when I’d sit in the shower
Letting the water hit me wishing
Heaven had visiting hours
I miss Cornbread, I miss Rowdy
I wish they could see me now
They’d probably tell me that
They were proud and
I would say show me who doubted
And right when they point at you
I wanna cock back, point and shoot
But, I wouldn’t do that cuz that
Would turn off my lime light
And I’m just tryna live life
Like I could die tomorrow
Like the sky is falling, life is diabolic
People die for dollars on the side of markets
And police take forever to arrive and park it
And by the time they find
The guy who popped him
Witness won’t talk to a cop
Or a fire marshall
What am I supposed to do besides get
It up in this rap shit?
Without y'all talkin that jerk shit
Or that trap shit
Do you feel like a dumb ass yet?
Well that’s classic cause I told y'all
We was tight and proved us right in one verse
Yea, I celebrate tonight

Magic in the musical moments
Songs in the key of life
Feelin like Stevie, wonder what he see
Think I need a light pardon me kindly
Copycat kiddos can’t sneak or bite
Bet I make 'em eat they words
Wavy, light skinned Jesus Christ
Me and Price connected to making classic
Was classicly frequently absent back
In my classes back when I used to keep
A quarter inside my backpack
Back in Whitney Young High School
Me and the team was like the Ratt Pack
I’m Young Sinatra
Rock the gold chain like Cleopatra
Watching from the balcony
Black binoculars at the opera
Peepin this shit from the side
I’m seeing a different angle
You see money behind closed doors and
That shit can change you
Ray Ray had the Range Rove
Used to pick us up like every weekend
We be tweaking, turning 20
Now I’m seeking deeper meaning
What’s the word? I heard the hoods
The same but shit been different
The band broke up
Zoe’s preppin and Eddy’s still in prison
Screamin free my nigga Ugly E until my
Lung go lonely on this island
I’ve been poppin bottles to bottom my pain
I hope this shit doesn’t show
Say Southern Cali don’t rain but
When it drizzles it pour
We 'posed to be eatin shrimp
And steak on $1000 plates
These fake niggas can’t deny me nothing
Couldn’t walk a mile in these pennies
These rappers a dime a dozen
Timing is everything
She said she know I got it right
But, I’m only here 'til tomorrow so I
Guess we gon' do it all tonight