What I Gotta Do

I'm smoking on that west coast, I'm rocking Italy My bitch from Detroit, she moved to Memphis. Fell in love with a D-boy When you first met me you knew I was on that player shit I play with money, I don't play with ho's. That's that Castalia shit Fucking with Daddyo, he showed me my first half a milli Nowadays a young nigga playing with a ticket Steady copping new coupes and getting new speeding tickets Tear that shit up, throw it off the roof, light up my sticky Middle finger to the police, fuck the speed limit 12 years old, I told myself I'll never be broke Basketball cool, but I'm good at moving dope Gotta take care my folks, but I ain't selling blow I'm just doing what I gotta do The difference between me and you You gon' make up an excuse and I'ma do what I gotta do I'ma do whatever I gotta do I'ma do whatever I gotta do I'ma get out here and do whatever I gotta do Whatever it take, I'm too used to lobster and steak Nah you can keep that lil' pussy. Lil' mama I'm super straight Yeah I'm too busy running up this motherfucking cake I save them nothing bitches for them lame ass niggas You a pussy. Come to my hood, you get no pass nigga Might get robbed blind and threw in the trash nigga Sat my bitch down and told her I'm nothing like yo last nigga I'm straight out the slum. That's just where I'm from They don't make 'em like me no more They don't come how I come I didn't make A's and B's cus I was selling P's Remember Uncle Vic asked me, lil nigga you selling weed?