What I Do

Uh, yeah

Coke wavy season

Boss Don, French

Let's go

Yeah, I'm in the ghetto every day

And ever since this little beef, I tote that metal every day

In the industry to the ghetto, know every average way

Baby, so come and play

I got that Henny mixed with Coke, got that Clicquot mixed with ice

They just put me on the line and my free throw lookin' nice

I was born and raised in the ghetto

Born and raised, baby

Yeah, I'm Heavy B, cock that Desert E

Cruisin' in that Beemer like I'm 70

20 Miles an hour in the 50 zone, just so you could see me go

My mail right, look at that, all that tailpipe

Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back even-steven

These bitches best believe in me

When I tell them, "Baby, let me take

You out this ghetto that you livin' in"

Biggaveli 'bout his Benjamins, send 'em in

Make 'em suck and fuck them dicks, lately, I don't trust them tricks

Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life

Slippin' and I paid the price, left my bitch alone, let her roam

She's a thousand miles away from home

Sittin' with this guilt, tryna cope

The pain, milk, tryna rope the game

Record labels is now focusin' on the weak shit y'all provide

Sold my son 40 to listen to, Bigga speak the truth

I ain't dissin' you, listen, boo

Yeah, I'm in the ghetto every day

And ever since this little beef, I tote that metal every day

In the industry to the ghetto, know every average way

Baby, so come and play

I got that Henny mixed with Coke, got that Clicquot mixed with ice

They just put me on the line and my free throw lookin' nice

I was born and raised in the ghetto

Yeah, hit him if he actin' up, bread, I be stackin' up

Work, I be baggin' up, homie, that's what I do

Young boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for your head

Sixteen-one in the head, homie, that's what I do

In the hood, I was born and raised, homie, ghetto bound

Life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down

The metal rounds gon' hit you up, split you up

Paramedics get you up, Coke Boys fix you up

Welcome to the hood, to the corners, back blocks

Niggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot

A silverback ape

Cop it when it's here, in a drought, I'll be sellin' back weight

We got the streets, steak sauce

We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat

We never sleep, homie, I'm Ray Charles

I ain't gotta see, nigga, we got the streets

Yeah, I'm in the ghetto every day

And ever since this little beef, I tote that metal every day

In the industry to the ghetto, know every average way

Baby, so come and play

I got that Henny mixed with Coke, got that Clicquot mixed with ice

They just put me on the line and my free throw lookin' nice

I was born and raised in the ghetto