Do For Yourself (My Exit) [Freestyle]

Shit that you're doing for them Gotta do for yourself yea All of the bottled ambition just Take off the shelf All of the fake inhibitions just Shake off yourself yea You gotta come up from this hell And come up on the wealth Something is up in the air Woke me up right from the smell Is it money or fame Truthfully I cannot tell Even though I know who did it Truthfully I cannot tell True to me I cannot tell True to me I cannot fail She says she loves me That ain't nothing new to me You won't prevail Saying the things she gone do to me Usually I'm down but I'm unavail My back's to the past Hoist up the mast Then I set sail When I'm not home I'm on my own Patti LaBelle I see you shake in the grass But I got max repel I see the snakes in the grass I'm on your ass for real Fake handshakes when we pass But I know your past for real I know you're ass for real Don't make me smash your grill Or I might smash your girl Go back in my past just out of spite Show me that ass for real Girl you got ass and you got class I think you're my match for real Your man ain't really all that chill You should leave him in the trash for real Yea yea yea Shit that you're doing for them Gotta do for yourself yea All of the bottled ambition just Take off the shelf Yea, when I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit yea When I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my, yea When I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit (Yea yea) When I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit Yea yea when I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit Got girls that wanna come through They trying to get naked You talking that shit It's not to my face I don't respect it You talking that shit Up on the social, I don't respect it I'm just kind of antisocial What you expected You and your girl don't look good together You should forget it Once I get her Then I got her, this is forever But it's to her, it ain't to me To me it's whatever, yea Been about my fucking bag Since I was little Always gotta fucking brag I never had it We came from nothing Now we flying all through the ceiling You don't even know the type of Mother-fucking feeling Can't describe it Rolling through Got the Uber fucking driving So I can twist the cap and Let it slide in And your girl give me cap Like she's lying And I love it This is love bitch This is love bitch This is love bitch This is love bitch This is love bitch Yea, yea Yea, when I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit yea When I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my, yea When I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit When I come through Better move the f*ck Up outta my exit Yea Yea Yea