Anthony Kilhoffer - Does It lyrics

[Verse 1] You can- Depend on Cud Life to k** it, having guillotine dreams with my enemies (oh!) See em in the ditch, see em out Hit the X can't stand to hear a b**h n***a mouth Took a hook in the road to get in the mode, geronimo Get em a jeans, white tee, Cleveland fitted Hoes know me round the map, I can't hide the old summers Litted The rest unfolds, tell me how the f** does he does it Levels unreachable, can't pin em to a mole Its like a n***a been here before, sh** is a bore My thoughts sore in the AM Slay them like a machine round the clock with the 12 gauge aim Telling Satan to f** off Hated the hand I was given Tossed that sh** back like God must be kidding And not for a n***a like me, not for the family Not for the similar plans I just dumped And I made simple choices, her voices follow No can't stop a man with pa**ion These hoes don't distract a God, I am no clown Grown man laying in stones all around in my throne My kingdom throwing from space f** all expressions on face this is the case I'm in a place to be great, hmm No fakes, raising the stakes I'm in a place to be great, hmm, hmm, hmm [Bridge] Uh, doing music, TV and movies sitting on the floors we ain't heard of And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here) Running laps around these hoes (for years!) Running the game with no cheat codes Unf**wittable with two T's n***a, who else but Cud Give a mother f** [Hook] I does it, I, I, I does it and, I does it yeah I, I, I does it yeah, I, I does it yeah, oh, oh, oh n***a, I does it yeah, oh, I, n***a I does it yeah Oh, oh, oh, I does it yeah, I does it yeah, oh, oh [Verse 2] The little kiddo cuz from [?] The kush in the lungs, the bush in the lungs Awaken the dope awaken your soul Got the homies in the hood and they ready to rage on Fast lane pushing to the limit Uh enjoy the spoils but no baskin' in it But see I really wanna get me a farm and grow crop, live with some girls who love me and this co*k The more I grow the more I double in powers Non ambitious for cowards, trippy go for toes Won't be a drone clone, half hearted Sheep in the heard, brainwashed to low cause And if I piss people off along the way, bonus Cause these n***as are stale chips, all around thinking they're fresh with the stale sh** And corny b**hes need corny n***as that's well fit God has a plan for everybody but I'm it, chosen Scotty bout to even the mood, get lost in the tomb Say we are, we are, the knights in the world The sun up, sunny side up, running from you, taking the que Having a drink Here's to you, you, you, and you Salute Hmmm, I bet you would do Salute [Bridge] Uh, doing music, TV and movies sitting on the floors we ain't heard of And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here) Running laps around these hoes (we is) [?] Unf**wittable with two T's n***a, who else but Cud Give a mother f** [Hook] I does it, I, I, I does it and, I does it yeah I, I, I does it yeah, I, I does it yeah, oh, oh, oh n***a, I does it yeah, oh, I, n***a I does it yeah Oh, oh, oh, I does it yeah, I does it yeah, oh, oh