i do my thing

Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Either die or go to jail, that’s a hell of a decision
But I’m wrong and I know that my excuses aren’t important
I’m just tryna let you know that I ain’t think I had a choice


I had straps in my ride, gotta go to prison
You’re waiting on me to die, you’re gonna be waiting for a minute
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell ‘em
I’ll be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real
Can’t afford the price of fame ‘cause it costs too much
Plus these sucker niggas lame and they talk too much
Ready for whatever, somebody better tell ‘em
I’ll be here when the smoke clears and everythin settles, for real