Doin' Ma Thang

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If I don't pull up
Just know I'm
Doing my thang
Doing my thang, doing my thang
You and I
Don't see
Eye to eye
We don't see
The Same
We don't see
The Same
We don't
We don't
See the same
Got so much
On my plate
But I ain't stressing
On the weight
Stressing
On the weight
Stressing
On the weight
I put my pride
To the side
To survive
In the game
Survive
In the game
Survive
In the game

Cruising in the hood
Yeah that's my barrio
Nothin like ridin round
With my hermanos
Its like a jungle sometimes
Three rules to survival
Watch yo six
Watch yo twelve
And look out for five-o
My familia full of Vagos
Call us sopranos
We Just missin the cubano
Makin moneys all that I know
Just a fly muchacho
Spit nothing
But hot flows
Most of yall
Wouldn't last a day
In our zapatos 
Zapatos, zapatos
Yeah we them vatos 
Vatos, them vatos
Te aplacas o te aplaco 
Placo te aplaco
Ay te watcho al rato
Rato al rato, ay te watcho al rato

If I don't pull up
Just know I'm
Doing my thang 
Doing my thang, doing my thang
You and I
Don't see
Eye to eye
We don't see
The Same
We don't see
The Same
We don't
We don't
See the same
Got so much
On my plate
But I ain't stressing
On the weight
Stressing
On the weight
Stressing
On the weight
I put my pride
To the side
To survive
In the game
Survive
In the game
Survive
In the game

Sippin to Nieves de enero
While we countin dinero
Jump in the booth
Spit so hot
The neighbors call the bomberos
Don't worry I'll
Put out the fuego
Soon as i get enough queso
To move my mom out the ghetto
Where they push more
Than just pedals
Life aint no juego
Got homies praying in the temple
And some in the Kennel
Others stacking bread like leggos
Slanging puro veneno
Goin thru a lot as a youngin
Can sure build momentum
Stay on your grind
And remember
If it ain't real
No lo quiero

If I don't pull up
Just know I'm
Doing my thang 
Doing my thang, doing my thang
You and I
Don't see
Eye to eye
We don't see
The Same
We don't see
The Same
We don't
We don't
See the same
Got so much
On my plate
But I ain't stressing
On the weight
Stressing
On the weight
Stressing
On the weight
I put my pride
To the side
To survive
In the game
Survive
In the game
Survive
In the game

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