Lyrics

In love
Things you do
Don't sell yourself
To fall in love
Things you do
Ladies loving my music is like some sex shit
**** trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick
Run around the corner to pick up the new shit
Toss this in the deck so **** can catch rep
I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke
**** fall in love with the music like it's a ho
Put down your mic, you lost your whole flow
You take it too seriously like it's a gamble
Fuck this rap shit, I listen to classical
In the studio loop as usual
Loving my lyrical, fuck bitches that you would know
I'm out of this 'cause you wanna be below
Y'all **** in love with the S
Y'all **** in love with the essence
To fall in love
Things you do
Don't sell yourself
To fall in love
Things you do
Yeah, Jay Dee, man, I see sometimes
I sit and wonder when I think about these written rhymes
How'd I get to the point cops be takin' all my time?
Time I could've been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine
Hoping one day, it comes around, one day when I'm
The **** gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed
Gettin' the fuck out the ghetto 'cause I'm tired of crime
But it's a crime that I feel this fuckin' way sometimes
But sometimes, I feel like this shit here's a waste of time
Yours and mine, to these **** out here trying to rhyme
Your reason for it better sure 'nough be genuine
I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind, and for the love
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
Things you do
Yo, one, two
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Word up, word up
To fall in love
One, two, S.V., word up, word up, alright
Uh, uh, uh and to my ****, Jay Dee, uh, uh my ****, T3, uh, oh
That ****, Baatin, uh, uh, that's my crew
Yo, uh, oh this going out to my **** Busta
And all my other motherfuckas
What up to all you trying to bust us?
Tried to get down with us 'cause we know you just mad as hell
Yo, I'll give em the mic, so **** didn't know that I am
T-3 on the mic
I do what I do what I like, to get down right tonight
'Cause, 'cause I get down tonight, yo
**** musty try to put up a fight with us, yo, alright, alright
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, R.L. Altman III, T. Glover
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