歌词
Ya, Ya
Hit Record Joe
Ah
Not one to jump the gun just for fun
But we livin in the era where the people on the run
From the young to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin from the po po
Woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like
Woo!
Screamin money ain't a thing like
Most these people only worry bout the bling like
Uh
Let LeBron worry bout the ring like
Uh
Most of these people ain't what they seem like
Uh
Claim to be happy now they don't seem right
Uh
Runnin around without a dream like
Uh
Drivin by money caught at the greenlight
Woo!
Addicted to the game like a fiend like, uh!
Addicted to the game like a fiend like, uh!
Addicted to the game like a fiend like, ah!
Addicted to the game like, like, like, like
Uh
Do what you love, Do what you love
Do what you love, Do what you love
Come now do it now
Uh
Do what you love, Do what you love
Do what you love, Do what you love
Come now do it now
Uh
Do what you love, Do what you love
Do what you love, Do what you love
Come now do it now
Uh
Do what you love, Do what you love
Do what you love, Do what you love
Come now do it now
Bringing in the heat all the way from India,
Bringin' in more flavour than the spices we got
Do what you love, do what you love, ain't a criteria,
A place where what you do is pre-decided by the lineage
Livin' for the dreams, livin' for these beats,
We reppin' the gully, hustle in the streets
Brewing the scene, indigenous emcees,
Divided by the beefs, united as we speak
I got the content so complex,
Lyrics with the context
Minimal efforts and all you Cs in a bar's length
Of all the things to talk about, I'm questioning existence,
Never learned to hold still, unceasing quick fixes
In a circus so rampant, never think of a purpose?
Busy grinding unending, burying ambitions
Running in circles and scribbling on slates,
State of my head accurately conveyed
Guess I lost it, no I'm posthumous,
Comebacks and I'm preposterous,
Verses seem monotonous,
I'm the father dropping bombs,
Y’all nothing more than foster sons
Y’all nothing more than foster sons
Picture the blood I picture the fight,
They say that I'm shining bright,
I know they right,
Why do I go searchin' for lights?
Anxiety and pressure, they say it'll make you better,
When life be a ***** and you think you get her
In rat races Y'all run, my walking's a pleasure,
Try turning around and I'm looking at fretter
I know the freedom of speech to talk within bounds,
What I'm doing ain't music why wouldn't you frown
For I'm free to do things for the things you define,
Disregard your commandments, they're oxymoron
Ayy
Money, Money, Money, Money
You know if I got, they won't take it from me
But if I don't get it you know they won't love me
Can't do what I love
No I can't do what I love
Need that when push come to shove
That's why my brother selled drugs
Call me the plug
Living like I never had it
Momma was an addict
Listen to the static
In the streets, ithen I added to the beats
Money make the world go round
Money make a girl go down like.
That is a lie
Come now boy open your eyes
You hipnotised by
To me the more money we make
The sooner get greedier YEAH
Sooner get greedier
Now, stop it just do what you love
Come now just do what you love
Just do what you love
Come now just do what you love
Come now just do what you, do what you, do what you love
No for the money
Say no for the womans
Say no for the car and the clothes that you love
Come now just do what you love
Come now just do what you, do what you, do what you love
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