DIA DoItAll - Do It Myself

Told my haters to prepare for the show
I'm going up 30 at half time
Large amounts send it to my account
But if you got it then the cash fine
Made a promise to myself that the Loses
I recently took was the last time
Too much weed getting smoked at the crib
I'm not complaining that the gas high
Too many niggas is out to get me at the moment
It won't happen but he can try
I'm not a killer but he can die
It's home court I defend mine
I'm behind everything that I do
Don't gotta question is pen mine
We put up numbers u didn't
So if it's unanimous nigga
The win mine
Niggas ask how I been
Don't worry about it
Me and Ben fine
I Fucked up the money like 10 times
But the phone ringing like it's 10 lines
Put some much work into me and the label
you'd a thought Im working 10 jobs
Need some millions outta rap
And I need a plaque
Saying I went 10 times

Niggas be hating for nothing so that's why I stay to myself
I needed help
They didn't come to my aid
I had to do it myself
Now niggas mad
Days I was down to my last
Nobody know how it felt
Got off my ass
I went and got me a bag
I had to do it myself

Feel like I came out retirement
I know the lyrics inspire em
Walk in the booth and I flame on
Somebody please call the fireman
Why they be trying him
Best in my league like I'm bron bron
Balling like I'm in my prime time
Why would u wire this time bomb
Spitting poison
U might get infected
He ain't really mean it cause it's indirected
Know the plan gotta manifest it and
I Been the Man U jus can't accept it
Barely eating looking anorexic
Sending shots get em all contested
Shitting on em like I feel congested
Shot his homie hope he get the message uhh
I'm Done doing niggas favors
I prolly did it too many times
Might take your bitch out to Benny Han
I'll be in the lime
in a nick Of time
We never asked to be put in position
Came to the table like give me mine
We put ya favorite rappers on the menu
Nobody safe when it's dinner time

Niggas be hating for nothing so thats why I stay to myself
I needed help
They didn't come to my aid
I had to do it myself
Now niggas mad
Days I was down to my last
Nobody know how it felt
Got off my ass
I went and got me a bag
I had to do it myself

Written by:
DAVID DARNELL BROWN, WILLIE HUTCH

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