I'm a Do It

Goon, I told you I was gon' get 'em

This is, this is, this is, this is

Milk, where you at, man?

Aye Milk, hold your head

I ain't forgot about you, brother

Zainterra squad, baby

Chris, you my **** for life, man

To all the haters praying on my downfall

Just know misery loves company

It's Sergeant Duncson, yeah!

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Gotta get up off my ass and stack this fucking cash

I'm tired of doing bad, I'ma make these haters mad

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Yeah, I know what y'all want, y'all want me to fail

Y'all want me in a body bag or locked in jail

Locked in hell with no way of getting out of there

They want the book thrown at me or give me the chair

But I'm far from there, hey, I'm almost there

I made it past all the obstacles they threw at him

They didn't root for him, they rooted for them

They saw me drowning when they knew I could not swim

Placed in a hostile environment, so I had to adapt

With the world against me and the wall to my back

I chose to fight, I chose to rise to the occasion

I chose to show love even though I knew they was hating

'Cause it ain't you that I'm chasing, I'm chasing this cash

And it's enough to go around, so why be like that?

But only the strong will survive and the paranoid will strive

But I'm just, but I'm just trying to live my life

And I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Gotta get up off my ass and stack this fucking cash

I'm tired of doing bad, I'ma make these haters mad

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Looking in the mirror like when I'm gon' wake up

Don't need no Jacob to prove my cake up

Get my education up, I'm doing things different, you'll see

Do what I set out to do and be all I can be

Take this world by surprise and put the good back in it

Let's go back to the basics, the very beginning

Before all the fine women and the fine linen

I'm talking back sitting in my grandma's kitchen

I had big dreams then, I was so ambitious

Would've thought by this age I'd be in the U.S. Senate

But after life has went by, the bar I've been missing

Now those dreams are just dreams with worthless visions

I started washing the dishes and digging the ditches

I sat for hours, dug in deep, off in the trenches

Soaking wet and drenched in mud and blood

And after life of pain and agony, I refuse to give up

So I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Gotta get up off my ass and stack this fucking cash

I'm tired of doing bad, I'ma make these haters mad

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Gotta get up off my ass

And stack this fucking cash

I'm tired of doing bad

I'ma make these haters mad

Make 'em mad

I'm talking beat by my father as a kid for nothing

And I ain't saying hate him, I'm saying it made me tougher

I got thick skin, there's no situation I ain't witnessed

I never had it easy, not for one minute

Joined the army, got tormented by Sergeant Bill

And then Martinez smoked me until I was better than them

And now I'm stronger than them, I got the will to kill

I've been climbing for too long, now it's all downhill

And I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

I'ma do it, yeah, I'ma do it

Ain't nothing to it, so screw it, just give it to 'em

Gotta get up off my ass

And stack this fucking cash

I'm tired of doing bad

I'ma make these haters mad

Make 'em mad

And I'ma do it

Sergeant Duncson