Had To

Good sense, good sense, good sense Cause when nobody else gon' help, I had to do it myself Had to do it myself (young d- music) Show I'm number low, they still the slight show throw Wonder why she turn up back when I need her the most The graveyard and jail cells where all the hustlers go Pitcher sleeping on that floor that's so uncomfortable Mama not no lawyer, can't live like the huckstables All that shit I want I got it had to hustle for Raised on the south side, they call us country boys All that dirt we did I know that karma coming for us Cops broke the latches on the trapdoor Money stashed for rainy days cause when it rain it pours Told my bro don't ever fuck without no hat boy Sorry mama for begging for shit you couldn't afford I tell her give me brains while I brainstorm Waste the game I hope she keep that wedding ring on In the ghetto every day you hear the same song Shots fired back and forth like it's ping pong, wooh We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves Cause nobody else gon' help We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves But nobody else gon'-, yeah We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves With nobody else gon' help We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves With nobody else gon' help Spitted shit for years for just my niggas ears Jazz used to gas me Told me I was nice, my sentiments exactly Why you ain't rapping? Took me to the store across the river Shit was cool but I ain't deliver But I ain't a quitter Do it bigger next time, clean up my rhyme Time passed slime threw me the oop on the kennel loop Gave y'all some ball shit I was nervous in the booth Now I'm murder in the booth A hundred proof I come a long way I feel they vibe I fuck with them the long way Do it on my own, my own way On and on like my douces don't say This song a long ago a long way We still running bases, we ain't making safe the home plate Paper we still making Bread still getting baked Bring it home to bacon to my baby and my babies And I promise they gon' be straight Put it all on my plate Written all in my fate I got a life half number eight Money in abundance Young boy touch cake I'm still fly like luggage Jet lag got me sluggish Still do it like I does it Walk and leave puddles Heavy drip bitch ship the gift flip the profit Ma hold your end up at the top is where we end up Paper print up Pull a friend up That's what bosses do And I don't buy the boss talk Lost cause nigga ain't no bossing you Look we running bosses Play the cards flawless Awesome We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves With nobody else gon' help We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves With nobody else gon', yeah We had to do it ourselves Yeah We had to do it ourselves With nobody else gon' help We had to do it ourselves We had to do it ourselves With nobody else gon' help Young d- music