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 take you looking for a short cut, uh I the stepping stone to be stepping on I ain't crutch I ain't the money man, with money, man You looking at me I'm not the one, looking at me son You ain't at free I ain't the dish rag to clean up all the shit that you dish out got no check for em' If you in, mothafucka, check this out
Ain't I can do but I do what I can But I'm not a fool no need to pretend And because you got yourself in some shit It doesn't mean I to come deal with it You handle own when you become a man And become a man you handle your own much 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 Till gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do till it's
I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the line, now I'm not the new kid on the block that you can follow and push around I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you 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 the wheel on the wagon you wanna break Cause I up the weight for the team I'm not the gold watch and the new that your scheming to check out Unless your looking to out (powpowpow) a mess, now (come on)
Ain't much I can do but I do I can But I'm not a there's no need to pretend And just you got yourself in some shit It doesn't mean I 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 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 I've Damn, right I've changed When there's fucking change in my pocket hit the It was a rocking all a I went from shopping nothing To going shopping for my 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 love it, but it
much I can do but I do what I can But I'm not a there's no need to pretend And just because you got yourself in shit It mean I have to come deal with it You handle your own when you a man And become a man you handle your own much I can do, but I do what 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 till gone?