Tone Rucker - Had to Do Lyrics

I might do a bid I did what I did but f*ck it I did what I had to do
Bouta pull up swerving thru the avenue sliding
They wont catch me slipping no matter who
My lil shortie a demon she tatted too
Talking heartbreaks I done had a few
Lot of people died I seen it happen too
Baby get your money I aint mad at you
There aint nothing realer that I'd rather do
Then to tell you they aint looking after you
Gotta get it so theres something after you
Got a whole nother level to tap into
I be talking that talk and I rap it too
You aint walking that walk I'ma laugh at you
You said you was gon do it why haven't you
You said you was gon do it why haven't you
My mama aint have me round roaches
So I keep this shit clean and I'm focused
When I go and hit the scene I get noticed
You aint f*cking with the team if you bogus
Back when I was teen I was hopeless
Now I'm fully loaded I'll unload this
I done went and took a couple doses
Got some pussy money and mamosas
Keep some thick legs around my shoulders, that pussy be calling me
I'ma f*ck it up good she gon throw that ass back lil freak do it all for me
Used to pop a xanny I aint f*ck with family had to figure out who really care for me
I kno none of yall niggas was there for me
I kno none of these bitches was here for me
I might do a bid I did what I did but f*ck it I did what I had to do
Bouta pull up swerving thru the avenue sliding
They wont catch me slipping no matter who
My lil shortie a demon she tatted too
Talking heartbreaks I done had a few
Lot of people died I seen it happen too
Baby get your money I aint mad at you
Whatever you did it is what it is I'm not even tryna get back at you
You kno you gotta live with the shit that you did, and I'm gonna do what I have to do
I learned all my lessons and took all my
Blessings aint nothing that's happening magical
Like 3 6 9 I aint got no time now a nigga been moving mathematical
Gotta calculate my every move
Gotta get thru life and do it smooth
Everyday I pray that I improve
Got a lot of shit I gotta prove
Feel a vibe that I gotta remove
Yall tryna get me out of my groove
Im just tryna get it out of my bag
And if I get charged then the card get approved
I wrote this shit with my son in my lap
This real rap no faking no cap
I aint with the run around I aint taking no laps
I aint settling for nothing I aint taking no scraps
Nigga blatt, glock with the dick light his ass up
Hit a lick and I wasnt even masked up
Type of shit that a nigga couldnt pass up
This rap shit got you little niggas gassed up
I might do a bid I did what I did but f*ck it I did what I had to do
Bouta pull up swerving thru the avenue sliding
They wont catch me slipping no matter who
My lil shortie a demon she tatted too
Talking heartbreaks I done had a few
Lot of people died I seen it happen too
Baby get your money I aint mad at you