Do Me

[Intro: Lil Chuckee] I think I been gone too long But tell 'em I've been grindin' Putting work on the phone And I think it was written You can stop it if you tried, he was sleep and he lied I was busy thanking Lord for the things that he provide [Hook: T-Pain] I've been putting work in and I was tryna celebrate I'll been doing big shit, I make sure them haters never hate You can't stop what God got for me There's too many people up in here that love me Put your hands up (up), up (up), up (up) Love me Put your hands up (up), up (up) There's too many people up in here that love me [Verse 1: Lil Chuckee] Now put 'em up in the sky, this what we need to survive Cause all that nonsense they promotin', killin' my vibe If I shoot it, miss it, damn, I tried What I supposed to do, sit around like you can't decide? They label me as a menace Taking lives out predictions It's a hunger game out here, this the world that we live in They want me to repent and be satisfied with the pennies Until [?] I cause collision, I land on top if this ended I stay ridin', I lay low Don't lose track of the payroll See my haters in public, look in their face like oh hey ho Fans tell me keep going, we don't care if they say no We behind you nigga Just keep grindin' nigga Just stay humble and one hunnid and you gon' get richer You supposed to blow You know God gon' walk with ya' And I know sometimes it rain but we gon' shine in this weather And we ain't living in the moment, this our time forever [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Chuckee] I see the hate from a distance Tell 'em I'm far from finished It's too much love in here for your team to be mad cause we winning From living next to the trap house to H.O.B. with a [?] house I remember once they hate, they love to see that you snap out Time to turn up, light one Celebrate tonight Cause, I ain't supposed to be in this building Let alone I earn one I'm just busy thanking Lord for the things he did for me Sittin' here waitin', I'm just patient for this [?] he sent for me Like, like, no really He the reason where I'm at where I'm at He still, still gon' ride for me, [?] flats These rappers thinkin' they God soon as they get their cheque What the hell wrong with 'em, I can't do no song with 'em I'm comin' how you comin'; with a force Walkin' in [?], I don't really need a torch Going a hunnid' miles, hunnid' miles, full course Get to the finish line, we could ball, full court You know it [Hook]