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Do Enough

Dillin Hooxhuatong
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Set the bar high, here's a verse from the archives

That I pulled off of the hard drive, smart guy

Look into a shark's eyes, you'll get hogtied

Like I got mob ties, throw hands till he's cockeyed

If he fucks with the spinach, then I'm Popeye

I'll be outside, I don't hide face, stop by

20's were a blur but I got by

Thought I cap, why?

I do not lie, times got hard so I embraced my soft side

Life felt like it was going counterclockwise

Don't go offside, cross the line then you not wise

Cut ties, now I'm your enemy, I'm the wrong guy

Can't even pretend to be a calm guy

Can't calm down, I go off like a bomb, try

Coming at me sideways, then it's R.I.P. my guy

Now it's time to tell your mom bye

This ain't a game, don't you know I said no to fame

It's so insane, they say they know you, only know the name

It's done, it's a wrap, it's over man

You a bum, you whack, we know you lame

You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough

You trash, you suck, you ain't moving up

You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough

You trash you suck you aint moving up

I been putting hours in, I been stacking paper up

I been kinda humble all my life I always gave a f*ck

I been copping properties and aint nobody saving us

Life is like Monopoly and that why I been saving up

I've been making money while my haters will just take offense

They mad they ain't making dollars to me it aint making sense

I don't need no handouts, I hold my own like I'm Rambo

Money is the motive, I'ma take care of my fam though

They said I wouldn't be shit, they don't know me and they not me

They cant stop me, they talking

They capping and that s**t don't shock me

My baby got a body like a Ferrari, she do Pilates

Catch me rolling in a Bugatti in Abu Dhabi

What I dreamed about is being manifested

Haters wanna hate, they reject it, they can't accept it

Back up, I'ma get mine and stack up regardless

I'ma get this paper to these haters, I am heartless

This ain't a game, don't you know I said no to fame

It's so insane, they say they know you, only know the name

It's done, it's a wrap, it's over man

You a bum, you whack, we know you lame

You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough

You trash, you suck, you ain't moving up

You gassed, you washed, you ain't do enough

You trash you suck you aint moving up

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