Cashis - I Do This

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On some real shit
Nigga I do this shit
I’ve been in the cage, and still was not afraid
Take a look at the gangster daddy didn’t raise
Young and a renegade, you a young nickel shay
You can’t keep a bitch even with the dumbest brain
I’ve been through so much pain, going against the grain
Knowin' this trick is made for leavin' a nigga sprayed
Uncle was runnin' thangs, that’s why I joined the gang
I got fame to make my partners do the same
You may not know about me, police be talkin' about me
Drama be all around me while this dark cloud surround me
levels are rough, niggas who never do trust, pick up the metal and bust,
fightin' is never enough
Holdin' the cane in my cuff, stashin' my heat in the tuck, you tryin' clap and
I’m right back with hammers and
Sippin' in the back 'a the truck, tryin' to survive the month
Stealin' diapers, formula, and boxes of blunts
If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit,
nigga I do this shit
I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit,
nigga I do this shit
I went from bein' the asshole of the classroom to washin' up in the McDonald’s
bathroom
At this point in my life I felt past doom, I’m a single parent daughter gotta
have food
Her first birthday, all I could do was, walk to the Taco Bell and split a
Chalupa
A dollar to my name didn’t even have the change for tax the cashier gave thanks
for that
I used to literally tell I love her and secretly wish that I was dead,
like her mother
No one to run to my life went under
Shotguns bust at me twice this summer
Got locked up couldn’t depend on my mother
No letters or visits, a mil from my gunnas
Baby mom she didn’t even know I said I love her
Thanksgiving in prison while she fucking another
If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit,
nigga I do this shit
I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit,
nigga I do this shit
I’m back at, won’t back down, I clap crowds
Imagine livin' life with smokers in the background
I gotta felony all I can do is rap now
P.O. tryin' to force me to put the gat down
Violations drop dirty days thirty and the county for one more time of this ya
heard me?
Hey Mr. Washburn, jail don’t scare me
You know how many niggas outside wanna hurt me
I’m wit the turf bleed, I can make the Earth freeze
I plot pressure and fold em like a nursery’s
I got more seeds, two baby mommas and they both livin' with me
I’m supposed to get cheese, I see these rich kids ridin' in they Bentley’s,
I’ve snatched out the bucket that dips they wanna frisk me, now I got no wip,
sleepin' in Denny’s
Picture for pennies until the law come back to get me
If you ever live just like this, then you know that I do this shit,
nigga I do this shit
I came up but I’m still in this, I guess that means that I do this shit,
nigga I do this shit
Now that’s an honest record for yo ass, nigga
I ain’t always had cash nigga
Niggas was hustlin' was grindin', broke as fuck
But I do this shit