(That's all I do)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Illegal niggas but we been legit
(That's all I do)
Off you niggas I never benefit

Bought it by the brick, sold it by the rap
The Blueprint on while I'm fuckin' got her throwin' up the Roc'
I'm talkin' diamonds, young nigga Paul Mern
Knockin' Phyllis Hyman or maybe Donny Hathaway
Used to wish I could kick it, fuck school, I gotta trap today
Ain't care what mama think, felt like Tom Hanks on Castaway
Package landed Wednesday, tryna get it off by Saturday
Even better by Friday, Frank Sinatra this my way
We do 'em like the Mob, clip 'em backin' out his driveway
You ain't been nervous 'til you had narcotics on the highway
I been a outcast, I grew up like Andre, three thousand in my pocket
I know they hate on me, but somehow I'm always the topic
You talkin' 'bout shit, I'm always gon' pop it
Designer fits, I'm always gon' rock 'em
Just tryin' to make a profit, niggas hated on my pockets
Like when Harden went to Texas, niggas hated on the Rockets
Like when KD went to the Bay, niggas hated on the Warriors
We chased you in your baby mother buildin', had you callin' her
I went to pick up weed, not for the beach, the first time I went to Florida
Your moms don't want that call from the Coroner
Stay in order, bruh

(That's all I do)
Illegal niggas but we been legit
(That's all I do) uh
Off you niggas I never

They told me life is what you make it, I'm an architect
Cocaine in my mother apartment, I wasn't talkin' yet
Seen fiends noddin' off, I wasn't even walkin' yet
Prayin' to the sky, I'm all alone like, how could God neglect?
I didn't ask to be here
I knew a smoker, told me that the heemies helped her see clear
Lyin' to herself, she said she kicked the habit each year
I watched her from a beach chair
Nike's on my ten toes, I'm genuine
I had a cousin overdose when Diddy put out Benjamins
Dog food syringes by the benches, from the trenches
Tryna get a chain, heard all them stories 'bout how they lynched us
Now tryna hang, A&Rs from labels tryna find the gang
You could search Google for a year and you'll never find my pain
Conversations with my mama, promised her I'm tryna change
Grew up with 'em, they not the same
Know that everything I lost, now I'm tryna gain
I had a plug who started sellin' weed, 'cause he was out of 'caine
Like a highway in Cali, this rap game got a lot of lanes
Blood done hit these streets for years, the pavement got a lot of stains
They told me live your life before you check out
Peace to Harry Fraud, he's dope, the best out
We got it

(That's all I do)
Illegal niggas but we been legit
(That's all I do) uh
Off you niggas I never benefit
(That's all I do)
(That's all I do)

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): David Brewster, Michael Kuzoian, Rory William Quigley