Shit To Do

Bout to take my time now, I don’t mean, fuck…

I said I’m bout to take my time now, I don’t mean take my…

Aite man fuck it, let’s go

[Verse 1]

Bout to take my time now, I don’t mean take my time now

I mean take that shit, it’s mine now

Cause that clock is startin to wind down

And you might be askin, “Why now?”

Wit a college degree on the way

But I gotta say what I came here to say

Give a fuck what you pay, I’mma remain awake

I wanna fast forward to the good life, bye-bye to the bullshit

Million dollar mind beneath this hoodie, bitch I’m hood rich

And I’m tryna spread the wealth, free yo mind, just be yoself

Shots of whiskey for my health and a girl wanna kiss below my belt

Cause its cold in this world run by sterlings

Dudes resort to packin clips and takin shots at power but precision so inaccurate

I have to spit cause this food for thought ain't goin down well

I don’t smile a lot but I frown well, you see genius whispers and clowns yell

So just listen to these tunes that I made for you that honestly I made for me cause I’m a mess, I need a maid for me, but ain't shit great that’s made for free

My time, my mind, my heart it cost me

So hard to invest in pain but look at all the freedom it bought me

[Chorus]

Now tell me what you wanna be, tell me who you are

Tell me bout your doubters, middle finger to em all

We don’t got time for that, we got shit to do

We got business to be gettin to

We got shit to do, we got shit to do

We got shit to do, we got shit to do

We got

Tell me what you wanna say, tell me why you don’t

Tell me if they’ll understand, tell me why they won’t

We don’t got time for that, we got shit to do

We got business to be gettin to

We got shit to do, we got shit to do

We got shit to do, we got shit to do

We got

[Verse 2: Lyrx]

We got shit to do and motherfucka our time now

Lyrx is runnin these tracks so bitch it be stuck in time out, we in a grindhouse, no slack

Throwback to good music, no Kanye, we do this

But nah, we don’t have a label so we able to stay rare like Ruth Chris

Like, who knew this clueless kid’s comin through like toothless doofus?

Catch my mucus, my words turn this dream to lucid trueness, yeah you knew this

Ooh shit, droppin deuces, how they knew this too cool?

Fine, like Leo poppin ludes with girlies in the nude

Me and M. Craft droppin heat and lie in trees

Got a 40 and the homies right behind in disbelief

Got the crowd bobbin their hands like how the fuck we sleepin?

Still we out here tryna figure how we gonna eat

So we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about that

Said we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about rap

So we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about that

So we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about rap

[Chorus]

Tell me what you wanna be, tell me who you are

Tell me bout your doubters, middle finger to em all

We don’t got time for that, we got shit to do

We got business to be gettin to

We got shit to do, we got shit to do

We got shit to do, we got shit to do

We got