Umma Do Me

[Chorus] This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it I'ma do me I'ma do me I be in the hood With nothing but OG OG, OG, nothing but OG I'ma do me I'ma do me [Verse] I'm a real G, no bandana Don't play with my life, [?] like [?] I'ma give your ass something that you can't handle Moved from the M, up to Atlanta Everywhere I go, I rep my city Everywhere I'm at, them goons be with me [?] chain, like it going insane I'ma leave your ass right there, looking [?] Murder one, third degree And ain't nobody gon' testify 'Cause all my niggas gon' stay in line And [?] die .Y.O. G.O.T.T.I [?] hundred thousand to get me high As I'm blowing on the kush pack, rolling on the X pill [?] couple thousand to get me by Motherfuck the laws, I'm strapped right now Weak ass niggas, need to free T.I These bitch ass niggas, keep snitching on a nigga 'Cause these pussy ass niggas keep letting them slide You a hip-hop cop, or a hip-hop head? Let a street nigga get some hip-hop bread For I end up in the feds, or end up dead I'm the king of the streets, bitch, I know what I said [Chorus] This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it I'ma do me I'ma do me I be in the hood With nothing but OG OG, OG, nothing but OG I'ma do me I'ma do me