Do What I Do ft. Kvng Moses Lyrics

Man, I'm sick of this shit

(Sinclair)

Yeah, you can't do what I do, huh

Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah

You can't do what I do, uh

Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve

Look, this an open diss, I load the clip

Like it's a video then click like a thumbnail

I hope they click then focus in to the flow written and they compare

So compare it then

Prolly piss 'em off when they hear this shit

It's embarrassing

And your arrogance looking weird as shit

You need therapists

Look, you don't the want the competition, demolish the opposition

If they in an op position, tell the op, I'm in position

This is just an intermission, piss me off I'm killing pissants

Flipping switches, Sin don't miss and this is that

Click, click, bang

It's insane

How many artists tryna stick my name

In they clique, it's lame

Click, click, bang

Man I'm sick of this shit, look

I'm the motherfucker when I hop your record

You go and open up your verse and you start jotting it better

I been problem, you get it?

Give you a shot like medic

If you want it, then come get it, it don't really take effort

This my easy mode bitch

You don't wanna hear the shit I put together when I feel like I need to go in

Can't tell you the last I sent a verse and they didn't re-record shit

You ain't in my caliber, we ain't fam

But lemme be down to earth: you lame man

Why the fuck you up chatting in my DMs?

Thirsty boy, need find himself a drank (Drank)

No drip, need a shower, y'all stank (Stank)

Don't give a fuck what's in your bank

You're still trash even if you were getting paid

Yeah

Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh

Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah

You can't do what I do, uh

Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve

Far from my pinnacle, hardly been minimal

Always been critical, starving all your small god complexes

It's why you always feel miniscule, bars are despicable

Cough cause I'm sick of you

Ha-ha that's a comical interlude, look

You an itty, bitch need a bib

I'm sick with it kid, I kick it, like addiction, but this

Is an addiction, I'm addicted, to this lyrical shit

And the melodies addictive, all the women lit

Yeah

Click, click, bang

It's insane

How many artists tryna stick my name

In they clique, it's lame

Click, click, bang

Man I'm sick of this shit, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, you can't do what I do (No!)

Pen go stu' in the stu (Stu!)

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve (Moses)

You can't do what I do

Trust me, I don't know how I does it either

Niggas fakin' like they real family

I don't have time for you cousin skeeters

Then they act like we equal (Nani)

These niggas ask for a feature (Bodied)

On they track they get dragged through glass

Like we in the back of some bleachers (They sorry)

They really out here lookin' for a co-sign (why though)

I never understood their insecurities

Then niggas out here think they doper than a coke-line

They think they different but there's many similarities

Boy the audacity, I heard your track and it's actually garbage

Don't bother asking' me for a verse or my rappin' fee

I don't think it's happenin', man that bounce

That you lackin' couldn't be bandaged

Even if you were attached to a trampoline

I don't do business if you unappealin

I wanna know your plan where your head at

I wanna switch it up and do somethin' brilliant

I leave em all pussy like a dead cat

I ain't feelin' none of you niggas, I'm Rogue with the gloves on, ay

Niggas act like they "du, du, du!" But they really like the Doug song

I be really in the studio eating noodles with my blue uggs on

This for my wife and kids so every verse is really like a love song

You can't do what I do (Nah)

This burden comes with a price tag

Work ethic so cold (Sheesh!)

Flows straight out an ice bag

Haters wishin' that I quit it, I admit it nigga you gonna die mad (On my mama!)

Blamin' me cause I set the bar outta they reach

Damn bruh that's my bad

Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh

Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve, yeah

Yeah, you can't do what I do, uh

Pen go stu' in the stu, yeah

Play your shit then I mute

I won't collab, less you can improve