Lyrics What It Do? - Josh DWH

When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
Same old shit, different day, nothing new

I change the climate whenever I get to rhymin'
You too can weather your storm
Just focus up on your timing
You eating roman, Im grinding 'til my legs feel like noodles
Me against you? that's a pitbull to a poodle
That's a mismatch, heard you dissin' me
I must've missed that
It ain't about the trip you take, it's all about the get-back
You better get back, see my homies don't chit chat
You don't respect your jaw? Get it broken like a kit-kat

When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
Same old shit, different day, nothing new

I used to focus on never being the brokest
If you say money brings happiness, then I'll look at you hopeless
Your two cents?
Worth less
Your mind set?
Work less
I laugh first cause it seems my worst is your best
Hehe
While you was all up on the 'gram
I was focused on my brand, I was coming up with plans
I was coming up with schemes, shortcuts to my dreams
I was leaning towards success, while you was busy sippin' lean
(Ha)
So when I come thru, tell me what it do
You say we got a problem, the only problem is you
You always on that weak shit, stuck up on that street shit
Maybe that's the reason why you won't ever be shit
You in your comfort zone, stuck in your box
I'm breaking free of all these chains, while I listen to the LOX
The smartest thing I ever did was listen to my pops
Told me, take care of the family
You'll always get your props

When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
Same old shit, different day, nothing new

When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, tell me what it do
When I come thru, same old shit.

I'ma drop the world 'til I'm 6 foot 7
How to love, how to hate
Can't pick your poison in heaven
Make your choice, believe me
I seen people shoot me down before
Make you get down like you never seen the ground before
Turn me to a psycho, dutch next to the bible
You can put in all the apps, but the work is not entitled
Maybe I'm thinking 'bout you
Maybe I could just doubt you
But I fell in love with music the same time that I found you
I'm a road where that ain't no coming back from
Took a pack son, sippin' actavis just to act dumb
Why you act numb? Ain't no time for feelings
Time for me to sell out arenas, no time for chilling
Time is ticking, the rhymes I'm kicking (ain't enough)
I'm falling over, can I count on you to be my crutch?
Yeah, barely anyone I trust
So when you tell me what it do
I'ma tell you what it does, motherfucker