This what I do

I don't feel the pressure I put in work everyday I don't see no competitors I'm just way too ahead of em I'ma go getter you won't see me settling All this adrenaline running through all of my tendons, I know that I'm blessed it's so evident How can I question it I never fall I keep shining no matter the weather I'm getting it Way too intelligent, to believe any who doubt They just upset at my clout And what I'm about I came from the mud and got out I could do it with you or without They say I'm too proud Well if you came from the bottom and climbed to where I'm sitting now Way up in the clouds You'd feel the same but you mad at ya boy cause you don't know how You a bozo clown This a home grown sound It is so profound There  is no known noun That can define how I flow so loud When it all goes down, you gon know I'm crowned King of the game,  K.O. first round Make you float off groud Like a whole four pound When it all goes down, you gon know I'm crowned This what I do I know you upset but the truth hurts They want me to lose But they don't see how I maneuvre They can't fit in my shoes I be outside while they stay on computers I just keep making they mood worse If music's a drug then I move work   There's never a break on my calendar Ain't no limit to my stamina Had enough, of my life at the bottom And now I'm just racking up Moving numbers like an abacus Went from broke to spectacular I'm pulling bands outta everywhere abra cadabra Flip the bread like a spatula Make it triple till my wrist looking icy as Canada They just can't match the caliber I ain't no amateur This what I do and I'm built for it Thinking I can rack up half a mill touring Take the drip and put it in a pill for em Cause they need it bad I'ma street sweeper, got em fiending for me I don't need to rap They can see the swag I could hit the stage say a word and leave and still see a bag I'm in the lab Press play I don't need a pad I'm elevated they ain't need to ask Drop a hunnid records like it's easy cash Then I speeding past In a V class That I copped after dropping these raps Oh believe that there gon be a whole lot on my D I should buy them some knee pads This what I do I know you upset but the truth hurts They want me to lose But they don't see how I maneuvre They can't fit in my shoes I be outside while they stay on computers I just keep making they mood worse If music's a drug then I move work