Текст песни I Do My Thing - J. Cole

(Is this what you want?)
Big Nerve out of the bullpen with the assist
We going back to war, tell them boys to re-enlist
I got more shit, you don′t wanna be a vic
I'm bangin′ y'all heads, it's ′bout to be a bitch
It′s 'bout to be a lick, I′m feelin' very vigorous
I′m 'bout to be set for life, like I′m jigga kids
All-terrain music, you know how real it is
I got the beat and shit, now look what I did
My man filthy told me, just grab my balls on it
So what did I do? Yeah, I grabbed my balls on it (DJ)
What should you do? I say, bet it all on it (on point)
Yeah that's my advice, just bet it all on it
Do what I say, so I ain't talking for nothin′
Don′t take no from A holes, yeah, especially in public
J. Cole, we way swoll, either hate it or love it
Got hoes, we take those, if you don't like it then fuck it
You got your feelings hurt?
You wanna talk about it?
Guess what bitch, I don′t wanna hear about it (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it
I do my thing, I don′t care how you feel about it
You got your feelings hurt?
You wanna talk about it? (Huh?)
Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it
Guess what bitch, I don′t wanna hear about it (what?)
I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it (and you know why I think he's on point, yeah, on point)
Look at the product, it′s nice
Fuck with fire and ice
Cheated on my girlfriend until my tires got sliced
Just got some X pills, we gonna try ′em tonight
Hang on tight, girl, you going for the ride of yo life
Everything was fine until she said I wasn't her type
Oh, I get it all the time, it′s because that I'm white
She was like "Nah, I′m used to dudes packin' the pipe
So you can just drop me off, if you ain′t tappin' me right"
I hysterically laughed, girl I ain't scared of yo ass
I don′t ate more pies than even Sara Lee has
So when I get done with that, you wanna marry me ha
Play in the backyard so I can bury the cash
And I can bury the bone ′cause I am heir to the throne
I don't need no help, see, I can carry my own
No time for tricks bitch, curly larry or moe
I hit with a big stick, it′s only fair that you know
You got your feelings hurt?
You wanna talk about it?
Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it
Guess what bitch, I don′t wanna hear about it
I do my thing, I don't care how you feel about it
You got your feelings hurt?
You wanna talk about it?
Guess what bitch, I don′t wanna hear about it
Guess what bitch, I don't wanna hear about it
I do my thing, I don't care how you feel about it
Nervous Reck, girl
Nerve, all-terrain music
J. Cole, whatup?
And you know why his name is Don′t Care? ′Cause he on point, pussy