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