Aasim – Don't Do It
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Don't Do It

Intro

Okay, couple drinks and shit, yep
Huh-uh-uh, ayo [Niggas just
Testing one, two, uh [Niggas just focused, niggas just focused
Shit on? Is this mic on?
See I had a couple drinks and shit I'm just [Uh, uh, yo
Can you hear me? Just kinda dreamin’ out loud [Okay
Just kinda thinkin' out loud and shit [Uh, just gon' talk for a minute
Different joints, different various emotional shit with y’all [Uh
You know I'm sayin'? [Ohh
Listen, uh [Uh, uh]

Verse 1

One for the money, two for bitches and foreign broads
Queens is the borough, Harlem is like my entourage
I've driven cars, none of 'em exotic
When I was young, I filled my lungs with chronic and I lived to tell about it
Some pretty bitches dissed me, it made my ego smaller
So I thought by my lonesome, "I gotta be a baller"
All of a sudden, after a pitchin', a little paper
Changed my religion, then it was first date she strippin'
Misdemeanor charges is part of the growin' up
Regardless if you heartless or modest, the cage is callin’ us
If it was up to me, I’d be comfortably
A million dollars richer with a business under me
But it's up to me to not suffer the humiliation
Of a broke South Queens nigga fresh outta the gutter
What a situation, but I’m a live like the Winfreys do
A billion in my bank account, rollin' in a Bentley coupe

Chorus

I got a heart rock solid [yep], money I'm 'bout it [uh
Streets is the place where I got it, yeah [uh
I’m a product of the projects, raised in the house though
Quiet individual, better watch your mouth though
Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up [uh, uh
You gon' wish you ain't said nothin', yeah
This is what I stand for, and what I strive for
What I live for, what I might die for

Verse 2

Ashy to classy, that's my résumé
That's what mo'fuckers better say
I'm livin' the dream for every mislead teen or led astray
Misfit with a lifelong struggle or a get rich
Quick scheme, nigga, I'm America's nightmare
No matter what they do to me, I end up right here
Close to a dream, I could smell it while awake
And when I pray I'm close to God and out this heart of the sewer
The concrete God and now I rose from the sorrow
And now I gotta future that looks way beyond tomorrow
Servin' custes on South Road with Country
'Til that lil' bloodclaat Jamaican got somfy
Ridin' pass up then with a blunt rolled, dreamin'
Knowin' I don't smoke, but maybe I might need it
Just to ease up, temple make a nigga wanna
Heat somethin' up, this cold world freeze up

Chorus

I got a heart rock solid, money I'm 'bout it
Streets is the place where I got it, yeah [uh
I'm a product of the projects, raised in the house though
Quiet individual, better watch your mouth though
Now you can talk all you wanna, but when I run up [uh
You gon' wish you ain't said nothin' [uh
This is what I stand for, and what I strive for
What I live for, what I might die for

Verse 3

Piece to a puzzle, Heineken beers I guzzle
Dodgin' trouble, in a Dodge Magnum, foot on the throttle
I'm seein' double, seein' more light than I want to
I've been deprived though, and I need someone to run to
The dream that I had: Me and Bink up in a Lincoln
Thinkin' of money markets and million dollar loft apartments
Naked models flockin', my evidence far from tragic
I'm livin' willie style, president Shawn Carter status
Puffy's younger brother under somethin' wonderful
Through the rain storm, showin' niggas what umbrellas do
I'm a fiend for the glamorous life
Though I seen though hammers bang and exterminate life
Since only God's perfect, I know I got a long way
I can't lose, baby, don't do it like the song say
I spent a third of my life, livin', driven the wrong way
I got a new plan and that's make money all day

Chorus

I got a heart rock solid, money I'm 'bout it

[uh
I'm a product of the projects, raised in the house though
Quiet individual, better watch your mouth though

[uh]

[uh
This is what I stand for, and what I strive for
What I live for, what I might die for

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