Fashawn - Do What I Gotta Do lyrics
[Fashawn - Do What I Gotta Do lyrics]
Some of my niggas bang
Some of my niggas slang
More of the same, just gotta maintain
Homie do what you gotta do
Homie do what you gotta do
Stay on my grind, watch you waiting in line
Got a 24 7 do a 9 to 5
I just do what I gotta do
I said I do what I gotta do
They got caught up in a life where
It's hard to tell wrong from right
All along, they was lost
Lust in cars and ice
Young niggas, in the gutter, the lawless type
Drug charges, put 'em behind bars
And kites to all my dogs
Cause ain't no love lost in fights
Among each other like brothers, get it on
We tight do whatever for a dollar
Whether we slang dolo
Or hustling any product
Nothing we can't cope with
I’m through with maintaining
Trying to live it to the limit
Pasta and shrimp and like a mobster in Venice
No offense to my brothers with 9-to-5’s
Some want it all, some just want to survive
But me? I’d rather roll up in a Bimmer
My momma's like I don’t need it
In my heart I agree
But could you picture me leaning?
It’s sort of bittersweet
Stuck American dreaming
I’m just trying to get a piece nigga
Some of my homies slang, some of them fiends
I look at what I became, kinda in between
Stuck, caught up in the game
Living the street dream
I'm just trying to balance it
Out like a triple beam
Keep so much on my mind I
Might go and do a crime
Motherfuckers telling me don't rely
On your rhymes when the industry declining
Niggas ain't getting signed
I'm either one step ahead or one behind
A couple thousand dollars is just not enough
I come from the bottom so I gotta stunt
Phone buzzing, oh damn, what everybody want?
My bad, niggas ain't seen me in about a month
I've been hustling
Trying to get it on a roll
You'd literally be amazed how quick
I go through a zone
But "more money, more problems to fix" -
We all know the motto
Still we trying to get rich
Some of my niggas slang
More of the same, just gotta maintain
Homie do what you gotta do
Homie do what you gotta do
Stay on my grind, watch you waiting in line
Got a 24 7 do a 9 to 5
I just do what I gotta do
I said I do what I gotta do
They got caught up in a life where
It's hard to tell wrong from right
All along, they was lost
Lust in cars and ice
Young niggas, in the gutter, the lawless type
Drug charges, put 'em behind bars
And kites to all my dogs
Cause ain't no love lost in fights
Among each other like brothers, get it on
We tight do whatever for a dollar
Whether we slang dolo
Or hustling any product
Nothing we can't cope with
I’m through with maintaining
Trying to live it to the limit
Pasta and shrimp and like a mobster in Venice
No offense to my brothers with 9-to-5’s
Some want it all, some just want to survive
But me? I’d rather roll up in a Bimmer
My momma's like I don’t need it
In my heart I agree
But could you picture me leaning?
It’s sort of bittersweet
Stuck American dreaming
I’m just trying to get a piece nigga
Some of my homies slang, some of them fiends
I look at what I became, kinda in between
Stuck, caught up in the game
Living the street dream
I'm just trying to balance it
Out like a triple beam
Keep so much on my mind I
Might go and do a crime
Motherfuckers telling me don't rely
On your rhymes when the industry declining
Niggas ain't getting signed
I'm either one step ahead or one behind
A couple thousand dollars is just not enough
I come from the bottom so I gotta stunt
Phone buzzing, oh damn, what everybody want?
My bad, niggas ain't seen me in about a month
I've been hustling
Trying to get it on a roll
You'd literally be amazed how quick
I go through a zone
But "more money, more problems to fix" -
We all know the motto
Still we trying to get rich