Do The Most! (feat. Leane!)

I'm gonna rap What do you think? Go and collab Better things I know you slap But not in the ring They tryna back that Stop with these things I do a bad bad, they tryna set this thing up I own my rack, racks, racks this is my only way up I don't need bless, bless, blessings But baby I'll take em This shit is mess, mess, messing With my rhythm But I don't fall off, you should know by now Umma come right back, don't give a fuck 'bout how And I'm on the last page, rippin' it sideways I'm at the last stage The po' don't know what lane The po' don't know what speed, aye I'm gonna rap What do you think? Go and collab Better things I know you slap But not in the ring They tryna back that Stop with these things I think it's crazy how we shut this whole thing off And I think of everything that we could do, that we could love So I got Macey, I got Blo$$om, my boy Neqco And I got ixLife, and my boy Bennetts got KB up Yeah, I got this whole damn city And I got this whole damn track And your bitch so damn pretty, so Why are you so damn fat? So check me Follow my footsteps and dance with me Sh- Shawty love the li- limelight, she fuck with me I don't know you I got change, change my mind And I can fall for you, fall for you I don't know you I got change, change my mind And I can fall for you Fall for you, baby I'm gonna rap What do you think? Go and collab Better things I know you slap But not in the ring They tryna back that Stop with these things I'm gonna rap What do you think? Go and collab Better things I know you slap But not in the ring They tryna back that Stop with these things I don't know flows (Flows) How is your bros? (Bros?) I do the most (Most) I do the most (Most) I'm like a boss (Boss) Call me Rick Ross (Ross) I do the most (Most) I do the most (Most) How many motherfuckers wanna copy style? I got Dicker on speed dial, bitch How many bitches done copied my style? Saying it's original Fuck you I did it first You fuckers then take all the credit you eatin the dirt I stayed in your turf, bitch, I kick your face in the side of the curb Fuck you I do the motion and I'm roastin By the sun, got dreads just coastin I don't need no speech, no detail Fuck a little bitch with a pigtail I don't rest my head, don't get me started And I go so hard, you would think I'm retarded, uh This is for better or worse This fucking life is a curse, uh Retard man.. Elmer whip out the guitar man Show em the real music Fuck where it at? Bitch it's our den I got the come with Vriends and Eski I got the homie, I'm rappin with Benihime I fuck wit all my homies and you fuck with the sluts So don't even call me I'm rappin enough I'm gonna rap What do you think? Go and collab Better things I know you slap But not in the ring They tryna back that Stop with these things I'm gonna rap What do you think? Go and collab Better things I know you slap But not in the ring They tryna back that Stop with these things