I'm not the you can come and lay your cup down on, now I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a load I'm not the that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh I ain't the stepping to be stepping on I ain't crutch I the money man, with your money, man You looking at me I'm not the one, looking at me son You ain't looking at 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 much I can do but I do I can But I'm not a fool there's no to pretend And just because you got yourself in shit It doesn't mean I have to deal with it You handle your own when you a man And become a man when you your own Ain't I can do, but I do what I can But what can I do if I do till it's Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh it's gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do it's gone?
I'm not the the can. Not the last 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 that you finally found This no free rent. Come and pitch a tent You tying me down I'm not a bus ride you can hop and just roll away clean Like the on the wagon you wanna break Cause I hold up the weight for the I'm not the gold watch and the new that your scheming to check out Unless looking to check out (powpowpow) a mess, now (come on)
Ain't I can do but I do what I can But I'm not a fool there's no need to And just because you got in some shit It doesn't mean I have to deal with it You handle your own when you a man And a man when 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 it's gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do it's gone?
I jump to the sky for my I walk through the fire. I give love when it's tell me not to complain about my money and fame When you come around me telling me changed Damn, right I've fucking there's fucking change in my pocket hit the bucket It was a all a sudden I went shopping without nothing To going shopping for my Now that the cops know I'm buzzing, they drop me in the oven Pull me over to say "I'm a fan" Hip hop; love it, but fuck it
Ain't I can do but I do what I can But I'm not a fool there's no to pretend And just because you got yourself in some It doesn't I have to come deal with it You handle own when you become a man And a man when you handle your own Ain't much I can do, but I do I can But what can I do if I do till gone? Oh oh it's gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh can I do if I do till it's gone?