This what I do Lyrics

I don't feel the pressure

I put in work everyday I don't see no competitors

I'm just way too ahead of em

I'ma go getter you won't see me settling

All this adrenaline running through all of my tendons,

I know that I'm blessed it's so evident

How can I question it

I never fall I keep shining no matter the weather I'm getting it

Way too intelligent, to believe any who doubt

They just upset at my clout

And what I'm about

I came from the mud and got out

I could do it with you or without

They say I'm too proud

Well if you came from the bottom and climbed to where I'm sitting now

Way up in the clouds

You'd feel the same but you mad at ya boy cause you don't know how

You a bozo clown

This a home grown sound

It is so profound

There  is no known noun

That can define how I flow so loud

When it all goes down, you gon know I'm crowned

King of the game,  K.O. first round

Make you float off groud

Like a whole four pound

When it all goes down, you gon know I'm crowned

This what I do

I know you upset but the truth hurts

They want me to lose

But they don't see how I maneuvre

They can't fit in my shoes

I be outside while they stay on computers

I just keep making they mood worse

If music's a drug then I move work

There's never a break on my calendar

Ain't no limit to my stamina

Had enough, of my life at the bottom

And now I'm just racking up

Moving numbers like an abacus

Went from broke to spectacular

I'm pulling bands outta everywhere abra cadabra

Flip the bread like a spatula

Make it triple till my wrist looking icy as Canada

They just can't match the caliber I ain't no amateur

This what I do and I'm built for it

Thinking I can rack up half a mill touring

Take the drip and put it in a pill for em

Cause they need it bad

I'ma street sweeper, got em fiending for me

I don't need to rap

They can see the swag

I could hit the stage say a word and leave and still see a bag

I'm in the lab

Press play I don't need a pad

I'm elevated they ain't need to ask

Drop a hunnid records like it's easy cash

Then I speeding past

In a V class

That I copped after dropping these raps

Oh believe that there gon be a whole lot on my D

I should buy them some knee pads

This what I do

I know you upset but the truth hurts

They want me to lose

But they don't see how I maneuvre

They can't fit in my shoes

I be outside while they stay on computers

I just keep making they mood worse

If music's a drug then I move work