James Fauntleroy - Do It All lyrics

[Intro: James Fauntleroy] Been on top for a while I'm ready to go now, my n***as [Verse 1 :Price] I remember kickbacks and kick flips Always getting into mischief Mama had the red Intrepid with the stick shift I take it out on missions and crash it and would get grounded like a dipsh** And be at school like "ain't nobody fresher than my clique", sh** You never thought you'd have a son like this The type of son that run with them n***as that hold up them guns like this He gots a hunger for God and wants to resemble his son like this He's confused so he takes it out on the drums like this Drop 'em. Uh Pretty much I wanna be great Dom P in my gla**, I want Yellowtail on my plate, uh I wanna be first place in the Grammy race With a college grad, yellow bone with all my granny traits And I want all my albums platinum, I want none on the shelf And I wanna be a great dad ‘cause I ain't have one for myself, my n***a So before nothing's left I'll do right Never thought I'd have this chance in my life I bet y'all I'll do it all tonight Price! Free Ninja! [Hook] All y'all, we been working hard Gotta [?] 'fore I lose my n***a Been on top for a while I'm ready to go now, my n***as [Verse 2 : Oktane] I always wanted to make the people clap – like that Like Wayne retired and this the song he played when he came back I just wanna live out the thoughts I'd have when I'd sit in the shower Letting the water hit me wishing heaven had visiting hours I miss Cornbread, I miss Rowdy I wish they could see me now They'd probably tell me that they were proud and I would say show me who doubted And right when they point at you I wanna co*k back, point and shoot But I wouldn't do that cuz that would turn off my lime light And I'm just tryna live life like I could die tomorrow Like the sky is falling, life is diabolic People die for dollars on the side of markets And police take forever to arrive and park it And by the time they find the guy who popped him witness won't talk to a cop or a fire marshall What am I supposed to do besides get it up in this rap sh**? Without y'all talkin that jerk sh** or that trap sh** Do you feel like a dumb a** yet? Well that's cla**ic cause I told y'all We was tight and proved us right in one verse Yea, I celebrate tonight [Hook] [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] Magic in the musical moments, songs in the key of life Feelin like Stevie, wonder what he see, think I need a light Pardon me kindly, copycat kiddos can't sneak or bite Bet I make 'em eat they words Wavy, light skinned Jesus Christ Me and Price connected to making cla**ic Was cla**icly frequently absent back in my cla**es Back when I used to keep a quarter inside my backpack Back in Whitney Young High School Me and the team was like the Ratt Pack I'm Young Sinatra, rock the gold chain like Cleopatra Watching from the balcony, black binoculars at the opera Peepin this sh** from the side I'm seeing a different angle You see money behind closed doors and that sh** can change you Ray Ray had the Range Rove, used to pick us up like every weekend We be tweaking, turning 20, now I'm seeking deeper meaning What's the word? I heard the hoods the same but sh** been different The band broke up, Zoe's preppin and Eddy's still in prison Screamin free my n***a Ugly E until my lung go lonely on this island I've been poppin bottles to bottom my pain I hope this sh** doesn't show Say Southern Cali don't rain but when it drizzles it pour We 'posed to be eatin shrimp and steak on $1000 plates, these fake n***as can't deny me nothing Couldn't walk a mile in these pennies, these rappers a dime a dozen Timing is everything, she said she know I got it right But I'm only here 'til tomorrow so I guess we gon' do it all tonight [Hook]