Lyrics: Thomas Miles Martin
Music: Emil Thorlund/Jonas Ayo Oyebo/Marcus Baun
Yo, I do it again,
I do it, I did it, I do it again,
Yo, listen, ay,
One smart brudda man pree that come up now album covers and weed and flows,
No point cappin’ ion do that trapping my stack ain’t lacking no droughts oh no, no, (no way)
Not a seaside don I don’t see sides, all of the mandem stay involved, (ay)
E.P got two sides yo just wait ‘till the day I go platinum gold, (cash money)
Platinum gold but still in the stu so don’t get vexed, (nah)
Please don’t act so silly though we both know that you ain’t up next, (cap)
Put in the work like Drizzy and Biggie was hard, now the stage is set,
Yeah, I might say no biggie true say was nights where I ain’t touch bed. (no sleep)
I do it, I do it, I do it, I did it again, (uh)
Too much truth in my lungs, think ima hide it way I smoke blems, (*inhale*)
Known by the thousands only a few I can really call friends, (only a few)
Keep it 100, **** them man ion wanna pretend, (yuh)
I do it, I do it, I do it, I did it again,
Too many times man trusted them, I’ve seen how the story ends, (yuh)
I do it, I do it, I do it, I did it again,
Platinum gold in my eyesight, 20’s beats E.P get sent, (yuh)
(You know) the package ready! (brrrap)
Wrapped up and it’s all steady, ready to hit one just like Headie, (Headie 1)
Hit one like Thierry, (uh)
Leading my troop like Terry, (goals)
Drop and them man getting leggy, (uh)
Know that this shit can get scary,
Runnin’ at man I’m like Messi. (hmm)
I do it, I do it, I do it, I did it again, (again)
Too much truth in my lungs, think ima hide it way I smoke blems,
Known by the thousands only a few I can really call friends,
Keep it 100, **** them man ion wanna pretend, (yuh)
I do it, I do it, I do it, I did it again, (and again)
Too many times man trusted them, I’ve seen how the story ends, (too many times)
I do it, I do it, I do it, I did it again, (and again)
Platinum gold in my eyesight, 20’s beats E.P get sent.
(Get ****ed up)