[Intro]
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[Hook x2: Lil Wyte]
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Bitch I do this on some liquor, ho I do this on some weed
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Bitch I do this on my downers, ho I do this on my speed
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Bitch I do this for my fans, ho I do this for my team
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And if I'm living in my dreams, I guess I do it in my sleep
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[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
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My train of thoughts might slow down at times that I get restless
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Sometimes I don't wanna write raps, and I question
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What the fuck am I doing in this game? Is there a lesson?
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Or am I just making a livin', preachin' as I'm stressin'
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I've met about a million of my fans; shook hands,
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And every one of them in their own way, has told me I'm the man
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So I take that in consideration whenever I am writing
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Let em' know that I'm two times stronger than 10 million bolts of lightning;
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Striking the competition like the iron when I am scorching hot
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I can do this shit super high on pills and weed, and drunk or not
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Whenever I dropped Doubt Me Now, I was the first to talk about some pills
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Now everybody getting their roll on and have leveled out the playing field.
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[Hook x2: Lil Wyte]
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[Verse 2: Lil Wyte]
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Now that I've been around the block a time or two,
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I've come to show 5d, but there's a million in my crew
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Most of my clique consists of goons who can't afford the internet
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So 75, 000 likes on Facebook ain't talkin' about shit
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I've got a squad in every city that we visit,
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{And Wyte Music ryders is what they're calling our business}
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You fuck with me; or any other of my equal rankie's,
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Watch your back everywhere you go cause you still gon' end up stankin'
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Man they crazy; Wild as a motherfucker,
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They smoke weed, drink liquor, pop rolls, and all the bad bitches are some bloodsuckers
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They come from up under the gutter, and the roughest places you can be
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And my favorite part every fuckin' one of em is they're just like me.
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[Hook x4: Lil Wyte]
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[Outro]
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I Do It
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| Lil' Wyte |
