Does It

You can depend on Cud Life to kill it Having guillotine dreams with my enemies, oh See 'em in the ditch, see 'em out, hit the exit Can't stand to hear a bitch nigga mouth I took a hook in the road to get in the mode, geronimo Get in my jeans, white tee, Cleveland fitted Hoes know me 'round the map, I can't hide the old summers Hit the fuse and I lit it The rest unfolds, tell me, how the fuck does he does it? Levels unreachable, can't pin 'em to a mole It's like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore My thoughts soar in the AM Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim Telling Satan to fuck off, hated the hand I was given Tossed that shit back, like God must be kidding And not for a nigga like me, not for the family Not for the similar plans I just dumped And I made me some choices, heard voices follow No, can't stop a man with passion These hoes don't distract a God, I am no clown Grown man laying the stones all around in my throne My kingdom, throwing from space Fuck all expressions on face, this is the case I'm in place to be great, hmm No fakes, raising the stakes I'm in place to be great, hmm, hmm, hmm Uh, doing music, TV and movies, sitting on the floors we ain't heard of And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here) Running laps around these hoes (for years) Running the game with no cheat codes Unfuckwittable with two T's nigga, who else but Cud? Give a motherfuck I does it, I, I, I does it and, I does it, yeah I, I, I does it yeah, I, I does it yeah, oh, oh, oh Nigga, I does it, yeah, oh, I, nigga, I does it, yeah Oh, oh, oh, I does it, yeah, I does it, yeah, oh, oh Thought the kiddo cuz from another often From the kush in the lungs, the bush in the lungs Awaken the dope, but you never dissolve, you're broke Got the homies in the hood and they're on the rage on Fast lane, push it to the limit Uh, enjoy the spoils, but don't bask in it But see, I really wanna get me a farm and grow crop Live with some girls who love me and this cock The more I grow, the more I double in powers Non-ambitious for cowards, trippy go for toe Won't be a drone clone, half-hearted Sheep in the heard, brainwashed to low cause I'm a raise some hell, you know this And if I piss people off along the way, bonus 'Cause these niggas are stale chips All around thinking they're fresh with the stale shit And corny bitches need corny niggas, that's well fit God has a plan for everybody but I'm it, Chosen Scotty 'bout to even the mood Get lost in the tune Forget it all, take flight my doves Say we are the, we are the knights in the world But somebody they said, growin' up couldn't done up The sun up, chase sunny-side up I want it with you, I'm taking a Q Having a drink Let's make it a few Here's to you, you, you, and you Salute Hmmm, I bid you adieu Salut Uh, doing music, TV and movies sitting on the floors we ain't heard of And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here) Running laps around these hoes winning the girl with cheat codes Unfuckwittable with two T's nigga, who else but Cud? Give a mother fuck I does it, I, I, I does it and, I does it yeah I, I, I does it yeah, I, I does it yeah, oh, oh, oh Nigga, I does it yeah, oh, I, nigga I does it yeah Oh, oh, oh, I does it yeah, I does it yeah, oh, oh