Testo Doing Me - AZ
Testo della canzone Doing Me (AZ), tratta dall'album Aziatic
I know it's kinda hard sometimes
We all lookin' for some kinda outlet to plug into
From the corners of the street
In every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be if you try
All the haters wanna see
A nigga's life in misery
But I'mma keep on doin' me til I die
Handcuffed by the wrists and tied at the feet
So stressed, wish that I could die in my sleep
The Lord knows, through his grace, I done tried it with peace
But it's like niggas ain't happy til they finally deceased
Feel the grief of a street nigga that turned to rap
And just applied everything that he learned from crack
I'm in now, this life ain't no turnin' back
And been foul, so what kind of concerns is that?
Read the signs of the eyes, cuz, it tell it all
One of the few in the streets that was sellin' it raw
Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more
And how I move, you can still look and tell I was poor
How can the hate from the next man stop my flow?
That's like another pimp thinkin' he can knock my hoe
I'm here now, just tryin' to cop and blow
Couple of cars and lots of dough
From the corners of the street
In every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be if you try
All the haters wanna see
A nigga's life in misery
But I'mma keep on doin' me til I die
One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall
You seen one nigga ball, you done seen 'em all
Even stand-up niggas, seen 'em lean and crawl
What makes a man wanna fiend for more?
Life itself is more than a travel quest
Intelligent, wise, it's like I done ran with the best
And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed
I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats, doin' me
Been among some of the street's most strongest men
Around for months, then they gone again
Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts
Criminals cold-hearted, now who's fuckin' with that?
Where we at?
Here the side of a life that's rarely exposed
Spoken in codes for the killers that daily indulge
Get yours, hit a quarter, then get endorsed
Get legit, then get them scores
From the corners of the street
In every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be if you try
All the haters wanna see
A nigga's life in misery
But I'mma keep on doin' me til I die
So now it's on, y'all, see I done figured it out
Only a few can ever say that they been in my house
And can vouch that my wall color blend with my couch
I'm as 'tho' as you can go in the South
When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate
Some say I'm too street and way too involved with the snakes
What make a man bigger than life and twice his age
Understand I'm a sinner, but I'm nice in ways
Knee-deep in what I speak, cuz I spit the truth
I become angelic when I sit in the booth
Just endorse all the ill shit that lurk in the streets
How can another real nigga wanna work with police?
Bad enough we got beefs and the beef is rough
I took a oath just to smoke, eat, sleep, and fuck
Knowledge of self, I'mma do this regardless of wealth
Regardless on how the deck and the cards get dealt
From the corners of the street
In every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be if you try
All the haters wanna see
A nigga's life in misery
But I'mma keep on doin' me til I die
Credits
Writer(s): Darren Lighty, Cliff Lighty, Edward Ferrell, Delvis A. Damon, Bale'wa Muhammad
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