[Intro]
Put it in a paper, la la put it in a van
Take two guns and I come sing this song
Put it in a paper, la la put it in a van
Take two guns and I come sing this song
Put it in a paper, la la put it in a van
Take two guns and I come sing this song
Put it in a paper, la la put it in a van
Take two guns and I come sing this song
Put it in a paper, la la put it in a van
Take two guns and I come sing this song
Put it in a paper, la la put it in a van
Take two guns and I come sing this song
Put it in a paper, la la
Put it in a paper, la la
Put it in a paper, la la
Put it in a van
Put it in a paper, la la
Put it in a paper, la la
Put it in a paper, la la
Put it in a van
Put it in a van
Put it in a van
Put it in a van
Put it in a van
Put it, put it, put it, put it, put it, put it, put it, put it
Take two guns and I come sing this song
[Verse 1: Z]
Flowing out my ozone with that cocoa mixed with [SOCOM?] (woo)
Walking off a monster, constructing bars like selling vocals (yeah)
Thinking of us alone, just one-sixteenth of his mind's dojo (yah)
When he party in the solar flames don't dare to call them local (don't you dare)
Hit the ground like sewer drains but the flowings range explosive (oh)
And he feeling what he doing so he ain't wrestling his focus (rrrgh)
Corrosive while approaching, diagnosis finna motion
Whole skeletons getting broken, swinging bars while overdosing (woo)
Powder in his nose and he put his neck up in the noose (ugh)
So when he walk up in the booth he don't feel bad for killing you (get 'em)
All these rappers feel like baby pampers trashing with a deucy (ugh)
Fully active in the streets, shit grinder stacking up his loot (damn)
Smoking with these demons, West Side fingers for my troops (what's up)
Churn a cop-stick give me fiending like I'm scratching for my roots
Smoking chronic with my crime-piece 'til I vomit in my food
And if I feel like going tarded
That's that st-st-stutter in this booth
[Chorus: Z]
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
I feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (d-d-do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (d-do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do
[Verse 2: Chronvic]
This man, he calls it manifesting destiny
Hues in my consciousness to affect this matter next to me, woah
I know it's hard to grasp, but hold your questions
And to save your last breath as we plunging into this reckoning
And when the session end, what's left is histamine
Be happy that this pad and pen hasn't ended up with lesser men
I've been putting breastings in
Trynna carve wood to this picket fence
And now I got this medicine that's growing in my residence
Been fucking with the flowless always on the go
Cause I've never been discrete
Just another rolling stone
Bad to the bone, hella high on dro
Doing exactly what I want living life like a pro
You know
Versions lust
Last man to leave the job sight
A to Z grab both sides watch how the sparks fly
As I bend space and time with my body and my mind
Strength in my soul is what empowers my drive
Peace
[Chorus: Z]
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
I feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (d-d-do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (d-do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do
[Verse 3: Chadrick]
I'mma go in deeper than a Trojan that was inside of your hoe
Sparta kicking while I'm flowing doper than the dopest
I know that I could get her pussy wetter with the motion of my immaculate vernacular
Got the tongue of a poet
I only fuck with the best rhetoric in the 5-0-9 focus
And toking all strains until my brain explodes, it's over
Let go of the weight on my shoulders I carried from the boulders that bended and molded me into a fucking soldier
Of the spiritual, I'm a very literate individual with the lyrical potential to suddenly finish you
If I wanted to then I'mma fucking do it
I got a lyrical pistol addicted to trigger pulling
I don't have a Ritalin so I'mma take some Klonopin and pop until I'm not an author
There's no fucking stopping me
Everything that I'm pursuing is the path that I am choosing
So stop trynna block me and just rock with me
[Chorus: Z]
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
I feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (d-d-do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (d-do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do (do it)
You feel like doing it, then do that shit you wanna do
