WHAT WE DO Freestyle

Yo We still hustle till the sun come up Until my daughter and my son come up I'm still with the same clique I wanna see my day ones come up You running your mouths I'd rather see my funds run up Yo It ain't another crew that can do what we do We the illest, we make em feel us But still we untouchable So I be at it nonstop Until I always got blue faces on me like I was Chrisean Rock I used to work for free 'cause I ain't wanna be greedy I ain't no white rapper but my sis told me for a verse I could probably make a G easy Used to hit downtown handing out free CDs Some see me But they never like a post or retweet me That's how it be though I'm so sick, I feel like Ne-Yo I'm mucho frio But I got that free smoke I spark conversation Got it on lock like I got the wrong combination And I'm done with playing it safe I notice they wanna be in the mix when you making that cake Yeah They'll even try to batter you up Like they wasn't passing you up Before they wasn't down to ride now they gassing you up Yo Artists with the all the cap, the reason that I call it wack Is 'cause I can't dig it if I don't know if it's art or fact Young Picasso with the art of rap Wouldn't know what to play if they told me to play my hardest track Word