Jean Grae - What Would I Do Lyrics
1 for the beat2 for the realRight cats who never doubted I was dropping the skillFor all my peoples in NY and SA who blessed meA gas face to all those who still wanna test me3 for the fans who already know the name4 smacks to all wack niggaz in the game5,6,7,8,9,10 for the flows'Ey yo Len, drop it to zero, this is how the story goes..Drama, so close to not completing the missing piece of the puzzleQuit again, in again, drop suit be followingSwallowing prod like porn stars and money shotsI'm hitting ya blocks, spinning as heavy as SUVs doing 360I'm ready as ever, over due like the rain in New YorkSustained a steady fan base, but you still don't know meHold me in your highest regards, I'm your homieI relate it's personal, nothing fake, read me - wait, I'd rather dictate itRelay it to you on a deeper levelKick off your shoes and light your Ls and talk and get to know each otherI'm Jean, honorable team player for yearsEmceeing on the low, in videos devoid of the hoesFor sho' it's crunch time, I'm the one they sent to piss your label offThey won't ***** with me, unless I'm parading and taking it offNah man, executives, con mansThis record is too hot to get pushed back another minuteIt would burn a set control well admitYou liked it when the first bar droppedIn less than one second she's already spittingI need ya'll, you want a change? well here it isLet's stop complaining, make it happen, everybody step up your game'Cause everybody's stuck in park or reverseLetting the media choose your path and rape you, market you less than you worthI was gonna throw your towel inBut honestly you cats deserve some better musicPlus, come on, what else would I be doing? Shit..[Chorus](What, what, what would I do?)If, like my people said, "I left it to you"(Tell me what, what, what would I do?)If I didn't try a verse, if I didn't rhyme(Tell me what, what, what would I do?)If I just hated and did nothing to change it(Tell me what, what, what would I do?)Hell no, that could never happenThere's so much further to goI feel like Mindy Cohen doing the One To Grow OnYeah I'm old school, 40s and high topsTriple Gooses and Travel FoxHuaraches and Blow PopsI'm down to earth but still dreamingPeace to Skeme Team and all of my niggaz on the come upApani and Lyric, we gon' take it thereThe rest of ya'll just taking up space, and you don't even careIt's like you started eating Thanks Giving dinner without saying graceI whisper a prayer for you'cause you cats are lost and probably not gon' make it back***** it, it's more for me I guessSo please don't stress itThe best is yet to comeThis is just an introductionI'm 'bout to have niggaz madder than big titty girls who getting breast reductionsThe purpose of my function is to smash, simply put - trash youUntil you cry "Uncle mercy", wander aimless in this concrete jungle and curse meThere ain't a need for verse three I can feel itThat would rob you of your man hood, and I'm not into stealingSo tell me..[Chorus]Ha-ha, yeah man... And it's only the beginning...Better choose sides now..
