Ya, Ya Hit Record Joe Ah Not one to jump the gun just for fun But we livin in the era where the people on the run From the young to the old We live by the code Do what you love in life Unless it can get you runnin from the po po Woo! Now that money ain't a thing like Woo! Screamin money ain't a thing like Most these people only worry bout the bling like Uh Let LeBron worry bout the ring like Uh Most of these people ain't what they seem like Uh Claim to be happy now they don't seem right Uh Runnin around without a dream like Uh Drivin by money caught at the greenlight Woo! Addicted to the game like a fiend like, uh! Addicted to the game like a fiend like, uh! Addicted to the game like a fiend like, ah! Addicted to the game like, like, like, like Uh Do what you love, Do what you love Do what you love, Do what you love Come now do it now Uh Do what you love, Do what you love Do what you love, Do what you love Come now do it now Uh Do what you love, Do what you love Do what you love, Do what you love Come now do it now Uh Do what you love, Do what you love Do what you love, Do what you love Come now do it now Bringing in the heat all the way from India, Bringin' in more flavour than the spices we got Do what you love, do what you love, ain't a criteria, A place where what you do is pre-decided by the lineage Livin' for the dreams, livin' for these beats, We reppin' the gully, hustle in the streets Brewing the scene, indigenous emcees, Divided by the beefs, united as we speak I got the content so complex, Lyrics with the context Minimal efforts and all you Cs in a bar's length Of all the things to talk about, I'm questioning existence, Never learned to hold still, unceasing quick fixes In a circus so rampant, never think of a purpose? Busy grinding unending, burying ambitions Running in circles and scribbling on slates, State of my head accurately conveyed Guess I lost it, no I'm posthumous, Comebacks and I'm preposterous, Verses seem monotonous, I'm the father dropping bombs, Y’all nothing more than foster sons Y’all nothing more than foster sons Picture the blood I picture the fight, They say that I'm shining bright, I know they right, Why do I go searchin' for lights? Anxiety and pressure, they say it'll make you better, When life be a ***** and you think you get her In rat races Y'all run, my walking's a pleasure, Try turning around and I'm looking at fretter I know the freedom of speech to talk within bounds, What I'm doing ain't music why wouldn't you frown For I'm free to do things for the things you define, Disregard your commandments, they're oxymoron Ayy Money, Money, Money, Money You know if I got, they won't take it from me But if I don't get it you know they won't love me Can't do what I love No I can't do what I love Need that when push come to shove That's why my brother selled drugs Call me the plug Living like I never had it Momma was an addict Listen to the static In the streets, ithen I added to the beats Money make the world go round Money make a girl go down like. That is a lie Come now boy open your eyes You hipnotised by To me the more money we make The sooner get greedier YEAH Sooner get greedier Now, stop it just do what you love Come now just do what you love Just do what you love Come now just do what you love Come now just do what you, do what you, do what you love No for the money Say no for the womans Say no for the car and the clothes that you love Come now just do what you love Come now just do what you, do what you, do what you love