Do It

[Chorus]
We do it for that hustle, we do it for the game
For the thousand dollar women
And the fame that we acclaim
When they ask us why we do it, the message stay the same
For the times that we would struggle
And the things we overcame

[Verse: 1 - Joe Shambo]
Just allow me to show you how I overcame the past
Spent too much time with my homies
Then they had me ditchin' class
Would never think of consequences
Not thinking that they come back
But in the end it always seem to surface
Back to haunt my ass
Pick that up right where you left it off
If you slippin' they'll think your soft
It's never overrated when you're with me
It ain't about the cost, you want to be the one to conquer
With the bag of tricks you learned
But you lack the motivation and persistence
have you heard, you're never gonna' get a chance
To show them all who you are
The only way you'd make a living
Is a life spent behind bars
But ain't it funny that I never stopped
Shooting for the stars, when others say that shit's for kids I think they don't know who they are
'Cause I just listen to my heart
Let it drive me since the start
And in the end, the gift it's given me is written within art
When you're in music first things first
You all must pass the test, do you inspire other people
Have them be their best

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[Verse: 2 - KCarter]
The first time I spit a flow, like how could I ever know
That I'd hit gold uncontrolled at only eighteen years old
Growing up, I never did listen
Never was doing as I should
But for all those nights we can't remember
You know we did it 'cause we could
'Cause yeah, I'm on my grind, on my hustle
Ice shining in the light, rings huddled on every knuckle
The type of motherfuck who'll trip your bitch up
Until she stumble, got so much ice and stone
Oh there he go, they call me Chilly Barney Rubble
Now, everything I do is amazing
What other faggot rappers say no it don't really phase me
Come join me while I'm blazing
You'll see they all mainstream
You'll be like Morpheus up in that matrix
That red shit, was crazy yeah
I'm not a joker nor a prankster
Never interested in no lip come from a gangsta'
We about to run this city, as the future entertainer
If you know one thing 'bout me
I'm bout my bitches and my paper

[Chorus]