I'm not the you can come and lay your cup down on, now I'm not the for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load I'm not the road that you when you looking for a short cut, uh I ain't the stone to be stepping on I ain't nobodies I ain't the money man, your money, man You looking at me I'm not the cheap one, at me son You ain't at free I the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out got no check for em' If you checking in, mothafucka, this out
Ain't I can do but I do what I can But I'm not a fool no need to pretend And just because you got yourself in shit It doesn't I have to come deal with it You handle your own you become a man And become a man you handle your own Ain't much I can do, but I do I can But what can I do if I do till it's Oh oh it's gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do till it's
I'm not the the trash can. Not the man at the finish line, now I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you finally This ain't no free rent. Come and pitch a You ain't tying me I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna Cause I hold up the for the team I'm not the watch and the new truck that your scheming to check out Unless your to check out (powpowpow) a mess, now (come on)
Ain't much I can do but I do I can But I'm not a fool no need to pretend And just because you got yourself in shit It doesn't mean I have to deal with it You handle your own you become a man And become a man when you handle own Ain't much I can do, but I do I can But what can I do if I do till gone? Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh it's gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do till it's
I jump to the sky for my I walk through the fire. I give love it's equal Don't tell me not to complain my money and fame When you come around me telling me changed Damn, right fucking changed there's fucking change in my pocket hit the bucket It was a rocking all a I went from shopping nothing To going for my cousins Now that the cops that I'm buzzing, they drop me in the oven Pull me over to say "I'm a fan" Hip hop; gotta it, but fuck it
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