Doing What I Gotta Do

This that retro-futuristic

Sophisticated older kicks

My culture rich, motivated all my foes to quit

Immobilarie, I poked her with my obelisk

Not a chauvinist but I got something to show for this

I know the risks I took and I don't owe you shit

With the fam kept it close-knit

We got some dough to flip

It's a courtship move the poker chips accordingly

Don't think we haven't noticed

That ya mans bit us enormously

For me it's normal shit

What you brag about in songs

Was just a blip inside my marathon

From Brooklyn to Barry Farms

Police is heavily armed

The tone serious all forms of levity gone

They say I speak with a celebrity's charm

Recognize the aura

While this music game tries

To sexualize your daughter

And turn your son into an addict and a killer

Keep the truth tatted on me like a fan of Dilla

Doing what I gotta do

My vocal tone vulgar when I'm sober

Due to heavy burden that I shoulder

At a young age acted older

Taking out of state trips

Had to take from em cause the rich trying to stay rich

I just hit em with the pure logic

No immature comments

Share a jewel like Lou Gosset

New concepts lace up my shoes consciously

With tools for me to conquer

Had to move constantly

Kept making real music

Built a true economy

Heads listened to my story

And they grew fond of me

This is dead stock

Wild bodies dead on the block

And it's incredible I made it

Through immeasurable odds

So many frauds had to dodge em

Get the fuck out of dodge

These **** talking shit of podcast

But ducking the god

I don't even believe that luck is involved

I put my head down

And work you see me when

You look up in the star and it's clear