Things I do
I guess I better drop something
I'm not bluffing
Been sitting on a lot cuzzin
I got dozens
I got a box of the hot muffins
Left em on the stove top for the whole block
F*ck a road block my people came to party huh
Had to get right I couldn't go like Chris Farley what
Loud pack like I'm revving up a Harley yup
I hit the dab like I scored my first touchy,
It's still my rookie year
I gotta hit em with the Dougie Uh
I'm Quail man my pale hands
They gotta mix it up It's getting stale man
F*ck if imma fail man
That's only adding to a win
Lil mama wouldn't have me so I had it with her twin
And bad habits never end
Tell me dreams come true
Cuz man I 'm having it again
Savage with the pen
Twisting cabbage with his friends
Riding round in a Honda but we plotting for a Benz
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
When I get old man I want to be able to look back and say to myself
I did what I wanted to do
At all times
I always did what I wanted to do
I don't want to look back and regret
Anything
Look
Let me talk about my life
Imma travel to these heights
Y'all could see the storm coming huh
It's a bird it's a plane
Brandon Horn coming up
Staying late writing rhymes
Put some B in the buzz
Put some drink in my cup
I'm lifting em up
Tell these fools to leave a message
I was young and bumping Nas
Got that shit inside my head
And now u guessed it
I'm well invested in how I sound
I'm self impressing
My shit ain't dirty but we could kick it like I'm Messi
And get to throwing the confetti
Like I'm Andretti
We cross the finish are u ready
My moms spaghetti
It's on my shirt but I ain't sweating no more
Son I was pressed to the floor
Became one with boards
Heard a knock the door
An opportunity came
I signed the line with my name
I put my eyes to the flame
I'm tryna heat up my brain
We not thinking the same
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
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Things I do
I guess I better drop something
I'm not bluffing
Been sitting on a lot cuzzin
I got dozens
I got a box of the hot muffins
Left em on the stove top for the whole block
F*ck a road block my people came to party huh
Had to get right I couldn't go like Chris Farley what
Loud pack like I'm revving up a Harley yup
I hit the dab like I scored my first touchy,
It's still my rookie year
I gotta hit em with the Dougie Uh
I'm Quail man my pale hands
They gotta mix it up It's getting stale man
F*ck if imma fail man
That's only adding to a win
Lil mama wouldn't have me so I had it with her twin
And bad habits never end
Tell me dreams come true
Cuz man I 'm having it again
Savage with the pen
Twisting cabbage with his friends
Riding round in a Honda but we plotting for a Benz
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
When I get old man I want to be able to look back and say to myself
I did what I wanted to do
At all times
I always did what I wanted to do
I don't want to look back and regret
Anything
Look
Let me talk about my life
Imma travel to these heights
Y'all could see the storm coming huh
It's a bird it's a plane
Brandon Horn coming up
Staying late writing rhymes
Put some B in the buzz
Put some drink in my cup
I'm lifting em up
Tell these fools to leave a message
I was young and bumping Nas
Got that shit inside my head
And now u guessed it
I'm well invested in how I sound
I'm self impressing
My shit ain't dirty but we could kick it like I'm Messi
And get to throwing the confetti
Like I'm Andretti
We cross the finish are u ready
My moms spaghetti
It's on my shirt but I ain't sweating no more
Son I was pressed to the floor
Became one with boards
Heard a knock the door
An opportunity came
I signed the line with my name
I put my eyes to the flame
I'm tryna heat up my brain
We not thinking the same
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
I guess I better drop something
I'm not bluffing
Been sitting on a lot cuzzin
I got dozens
I got a box of the hot muffins
Left em on the stove top for the whole block
F*ck a road block my people came to party huh
Had to get right I couldn't go like Chris Farley what
Loud pack like I'm revving up a Harley yup
I hit the dab like I scored my first touchy,
It's still my rookie year
I gotta hit em with the Dougie Uh
I'm Quail man my pale hands
They gotta mix it up It's getting stale man
F*ck if imma fail man
That's only adding to a win
Lil mama wouldn't have me so I had it with her twin
And bad habits never end
Tell me dreams come true
Cuz man I 'm having it again
Savage with the pen
Twisting cabbage with his friends
Riding round in a Honda but we plotting for a Benz
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
When I get old man I want to be able to look back and say to myself
I did what I wanted to do
At all times
I always did what I wanted to do
I don't want to look back and regret
Anything
Look
Let me talk about my life
Imma travel to these heights
Y'all could see the storm coming huh
It's a bird it's a plane
Brandon Horn coming up
Staying late writing rhymes
Put some B in the buzz
Put some drink in my cup
I'm lifting em up
Tell these fools to leave a message
I was young and bumping Nas
Got that shit inside my head
And now u guessed it
I'm well invested in how I sound
I'm self impressing
My shit ain't dirty but we could kick it like I'm Messi
And get to throwing the confetti
Like I'm Andretti
We cross the finish are u ready
My moms spaghetti
It's on my shirt but I ain't sweating no more
Son I was pressed to the floor
Became one with boards
Heard a knock the door
An opportunity came
I signed the line with my name
I put my eyes to the flame
I'm tryna heat up my brain
We not thinking the same
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
It's just things I do
Nobody blow my high
Don't wanna heat my cool
Got some things to say
Peep these words I spew
I been down so long
I gotta birds eye view
Writer: Brandon Horn
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