DroCheo - To-Do Lyrics

(The f*ck out my way, move!)
(Oh my God)
(I gotta find a way to make it out, I know)
Yeah
I gotta find a way to make it on my own
I gotta hit the road before I miss the show
Had to go through the mud
Supposed to feel it all, yeah
I ain't mean to hurt your feelings
Time was runnin' out
(Yeah, yeah)
Know what I had to go do
I had to go do it
Know what I mean
Sink or swim to drown or rise above it all
(Yeah, yeah)
Players that hated said I wouldn't make it
Look at where I am
Headed to the top
Ain't afraid to fall
Don't peep what I'm doing
(Yeah)
Just mind ya business
F*ck up out my way
I'm trying to make some faces
Blue faces
Plenty suitcases I'm chasin'
Ever since a git
All them thoughts inside my head
Would rearrange my train of thought
And attitude that made me do
The shit that made me lose the things that mattered most to me
But shit, I guess that's just the way it goes
Bullshit all them cards been dealt to me
Lately I've been meditating
Manifest the person
That can feel the energy
Inside the stack is changing now
While I'm rebuilding
People ask for favors
On the daily
I'm like maybe later on
I don't know, hold up let me think
Nah, f*ck that
Huh
I had to find a way to make it on my own
I gotta hit the road before I miss the show
Had to go through the mud to feel it all
Yeah
I ain't mean to hurt your feelings
Time was running out
(Yeah, yeah)
Haters said I wouldn't ever make it
Looking where I faded out
Every day the same to me
With different daily dated news
Anything I do or say is painted picture-perfect
Bob Ross up on a pay-per-view
Yeah
Paid per episode, my dawg finnessin' hoes
You get the picture that I'm paintin' fool
Bitch, I'm finna make em too
Yeah
Heart is cold
Holdin' on frozen emotions
Baby, it's been way too long
Just let it go
Level overhead to yo shoulder shit
Hold up, hold up
Sound too easy, they don't even know it
They can't see me, huh
Guess that mean
They don't believe what I got is set in stone
Not my keeps
Reach for your piece but I'm already squeezin' hoe
None of mine green
We wide awake and we don't ever sleep-in though
Scope in I pick em from miles away
I can smell em the way I'm pre-seasoned though
Whoa
But I gotta find a way to make it on my own
I gotta hit the road before I miss the show
Had to go through the mud
Supposed to feel it all
Yeah
I never meant to hurt your feelings
Time was runnin' out
(Yeah, yeah)
Know what I had to do
I had to go do it
Know what I mean
Sink or swim to drown or rise above it all
Players hated, said I wouldn't make it
Look at where I am now
(Goin' all the way up, yeah)