What I Gotta Do by Shad Fer Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And I’m probably never gonna run away from the Bahamas
Step up in America
Right away I’m causing problem
Drop atomic bombs on politicians,all about the carnage
From soccer moms,I'm copping digits,ain’t no competition
It ain’t about the lyrics,it’s all about the gimmick
Bout the image,that’s what gets these niggas out the project buildings
We be whipping up the simplest,but sell it like the biggest
We hog up all the profits,give the tidbits to the piglets
That’s the protocol you see,what you know a g
A king approach without his team still kill with no apology
Show these bozos how to lead,ain’t no ho who out my league
Yo some kids was sipping soda pops,some sold a lot of weed
Some niggas never saw they pops,got adopted by the streets son
No money make ya tummy grumble brother got a eat
So he hustle till his stomach as jumbo front row teeth
Too thug run from police but too peaceful to deal with beefs
[Hook]
A nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
You could hate a player but I can’t get a mad you
They just jealous,my bredrens sell it better
A nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
You could hate a player but I can’t get a mad you
They just jealous,my bredrens sell it better
[Verse 2]
All them was mobbing,robbing,no dollars in the offering
Convicts causing conflicts,dropping bodies in the coffin
Often walking down the straight down the straight and narrow path
Take a left and a mess ain’t message dear old dad
You people just don’t get it,it ain’t about no parents
It’s about that clearance from your friends of your appearance
So if you ride with gs and y'all is mice who like the cheese
Then you'll be riding bikes at night to see who’d like to buy some trees
I’m just tryna find my freedom,when you gon guys finally see
That we wasting too much time to find out what we tryna be
And I doubt she bout that life,but yet I’m always buying dreams
I’ll fight a guy just might die for her and she just lie and cheat
Just failed my SATs and BGCSEs you see
That’s why idolize teams like Miami Heat and MMG
Remind me of own,when we balling in the streets
Either college level degrees or out here selling the green
[Hook]
My life is only bout the party
A part of me wanna stop,the other part stops me
Want the money but the thought of unemployment haunts me
Sobriety is hard because society don’t want me
Somebody should of warned me,I guess that’s the just the norm b
Forefront of war and I ain’t got my shotty on me
Young dude kill me,young dude dead
But y'all don’t feel me get in ya head
Math ain’t a subject,cash is the object of my affection
Now give it to me,respect
If I gotta take it that’s a whole other prospect
All of us is lost pets looking for home
You in the wrong neighborhood,stupid,you alone
You killed my bro Jerome,I'll put a bullet in ya dome
Tony Montana,my homie Al Capone,what you know bout gangstas?
Ain’t scared to die alone,man,shoot me with money on me
Soon gon leave my mommy lonely,God don’t want me
Satan waiting,hating cause I got his trophy
I know he got something for me,I'm gon have his mouth all foamy
In the dirt with all I’m worth,call that holy matrimony
Nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
You could hate a player but I can't get mad at you
They just jealous cause my bredrens sell it better
They just jealous cause myy bredrens sell it better
Shad Fer...
And I’m probably never gonna run away from the Bahamas
Step up in America
Right away I’m causing problem
Drop atomic bombs on politicians,all about the carnage
From soccer moms,I'm copping digits,ain’t no competition
It ain’t about the lyrics,it’s all about the gimmick
Bout the image,that’s what gets these niggas out the project buildings
We be whipping up the simplest,but sell it like the biggest
We hog up all the profits,give the tidbits to the piglets
That’s the protocol you see,what you know a g
A king approach without his team still kill with no apology
Show these bozos how to lead,ain’t no ho who out my league
Yo some kids was sipping soda pops,some sold a lot of weed
Some niggas never saw they pops,got adopted by the streets son
No money make ya tummy grumble brother got a eat
So he hustle till his stomach as jumbo front row teeth
Too thug run from police but too peaceful to deal with beefs
[Hook]
A nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
You could hate a player but I can’t get a mad you
They just jealous,my bredrens sell it better
A nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
You could hate a player but I can’t get a mad you
They just jealous,my bredrens sell it better
[Verse 2]
All them was mobbing,robbing,no dollars in the offering
Convicts causing conflicts,dropping bodies in the coffin
Often walking down the straight down the straight and narrow path
Take a left and a mess ain’t message dear old dad
You people just don’t get it,it ain’t about no parents
It’s about that clearance from your friends of your appearance
So if you ride with gs and y'all is mice who like the cheese
Then you'll be riding bikes at night to see who’d like to buy some trees
I’m just tryna find my freedom,when you gon guys finally see
That we wasting too much time to find out what we tryna be
And I doubt she bout that life,but yet I’m always buying dreams
I’ll fight a guy just might die for her and she just lie and cheat
Just failed my SATs and BGCSEs you see
That’s why idolize teams like Miami Heat and MMG
Remind me of own,when we balling in the streets
Either college level degrees or out here selling the green
[Hook]
My life is only bout the party
A part of me wanna stop,the other part stops me
Want the money but the thought of unemployment haunts me
Sobriety is hard because society don’t want me
Somebody should of warned me,I guess that’s the just the norm b
Forefront of war and I ain’t got my shotty on me
Young dude kill me,young dude dead
But y'all don’t feel me get in ya head
Math ain’t a subject,cash is the object of my affection
Now give it to me,respect
If I gotta take it that’s a whole other prospect
All of us is lost pets looking for home
You in the wrong neighborhood,stupid,you alone
You killed my bro Jerome,I'll put a bullet in ya dome
Tony Montana,my homie Al Capone,what you know bout gangstas?
Ain’t scared to die alone,man,shoot me with money on me
Soon gon leave my mommy lonely,God don’t want me
Satan waiting,hating cause I got his trophy
I know he got something for me,I'm gon have his mouth all foamy
In the dirt with all I’m worth,call that holy matrimony
Nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
You could hate a player but I can't get mad at you
They just jealous cause my bredrens sell it better
They just jealous cause myy bredrens sell it better
Shad Fer...