What I Did

Holding my soul never sold mine, I done tapped into a goldmine Gimee my credit no cosign, It ain't a nigga you gon' find Spitting this real, I'm gripping the wheel, Signal a turn, live and I learn Taking a shot and it burn, Only concerned with what I do and I earn Richmond the city I'm from, burb and the slums, Guns be murdering sons Daughters are dying and all of 'em young, The have-nots be wanting them crumbs Brain was numb from Bourbon and Rum, Bourbon and Rum had me faded Now it's on 'cause I done put myself on, nigga I made it What you want? Who you be? Rep it hard, from the V ATL, second home, I'm in love with what I see F*ck yo club I'm VIP, pull yo card, see ID Real life, this ain't IG, Keep it real then I'm me They gon' always find a reason, to hate me through these seasons I been plotting I been scheming, To do this while I'm breathing They gon' always have opinions, They gon' always wanna say Every time I make a play, Same shit different day It ain't that deep, Just let me live Yo shit a reach, That's what it is aye Do what I preach, and handle biz Ain't what you think, It's what I did aye It's what I did, It's what I did It's what I did, It's what I did aye Do what I preach, and handle biz Ain't what you think, It's what I did aye This is the reason, I said it's my season, I'm running and running and running and Wheezing, nobody believing, so now I'm gunning and gunning and Leaving, some niggas be thieving, I ain't fucking with none of them none of them Breathing, trying to fight all my demons, at war with myself and the government Summer is ending they want me to fall, Seeing that money I'm trying to ball School of thought, I'm roaming the hall, People in power controlling us all Robbing Peter paying Paul, debt to my neck I'm just keeping it real Harriet Tubman, I sneak in the field, Do what I can for the people and build Want me to chill? I'm like "Oh No!', I got this shit for the low low Throwing it out like a yo-yo, better get this on yo GoPro Came in this world with a flame, they want me to let it go, no Y'all gon' remember my name, B. Russ, B. Russ, now you know They gon' always find a reason, to hate me through these seasons I been plotting I been scheming, to do this while I'm breathing They gon always have opinions, they gon always wanna say Every time I make a play, Same shit different day It ain't that deep, Just let me live Yo shit a reach, That's what it is aye Do what I preach, and handle biz Ain't what you think, It's what I did aye It's what I did, It's what I did It's what I did, It's what I did aye Do what I preach, and handle biz Ain't what you think, It's what I did aye