JRB the Producer - Do What I Gotta Do lyrics

[Hook: Fashawn] Some of my n***as bang, some of my n***as slang (?) more of the same, just gotta maintain Homie do what you gotta do Homie do what you gotta do Stay on my grind, watch you waiting in line Got a 24/7 (?) do a 9 to 5 I just do what I gotta do I said I do what I gotta do [Verse 1: Fashawn] They got caught up in a life where it's hard to tell wrong from right All along, they was lost, lust in cars and ice Young n***as, in the gutter, the lawless type Drug charges, put 'em behind bars And kites to all my dogs, cause ain't no love lost in fights Among each other like brothers, get it on, we tight Do whatever for a dollar, whether we slang dolo Or hustling any product, nothing we can't cope with I'm through with maintaining, trying to live it to the limit Pasta and shrimp and like a mobster in Venice No offense to my brothers with 9-to-5's Some want it all, some just want to survive But me? I'd rather roll up in a Bimmer My momma's like I don't need it In my heart I agree, but could you picture me leaning? It's sort of bittersweet, stuck American dreaming I'm just trying to get a piece n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Fashawn] Some of my homies slang, some of them fiends I look at what I became, kinda in between Stuck, caught up in the game, living the street dream I'm just trying to balance it out like a triple beam Keep so much on my mind I might go and do a crime Motherf**ers telling me don't rely on your rhymes When the industry declining, n***as ain't getting signed I'm either one step ahead or one behind A couple thousand dollars is just not enough I come from the bottom so I gotta stunt Phone buzzing, oh damn, what everybody want? My bad, n***as ain't seen me in about a month I've been hustling, trying to get it on a roll You'd literally be amazed how quick I go through a zone But "more money, more problems to fix" -- We all know the motto, still we trying to get rich [Hook]