"Mr. Get It Done" they like to ask me how I do it
I ain't really ever had a passion but I think I like this music
She ask me if I read her letters still but I think I threw em
He was talking down they asked me bout it I Ain't even knew him
I ain't got no words for you up in business you A nuisance
And I'm getting different types of money like my Brothers down in Cuba
I ain't had a choice to keep it pushing this ain't New but
Now I gotta take a minute just to thank God For this new stuff
I asked about you and they told me that you Like to cap a lot
All that stuff you like to post yeah I can see you act a lot
Keep it silent if you don't speak then you don't Gotta back a lot
You talking bout the beat mane are we gonna Rap or not?
Glory to my God cuz I ain't ever been a star
For a woman I trust God will bring her ain't Going out too far
Got no energy or time cuz I think I seen it all
And I know I got more lessons in this life but I Don't need them scars
If I'm breathing then I'm winning like the eight Went down the hole
I was there for them it came to me they flaked Like it was bouta snow
Gave my life to God cuz in my hands it's bound To blow
My peers around me ask if that's my music Now they bouta know
Way back when ain't nobody think that I could Rap ain't no way
I was at my desk while writing poems in my lap Ain't no way
Who would've thought that'd it be them to turn out MIA ain't no way
Bring that heat up on this track like we was MIA"Mr. Get It Done" they like to ask me how I do it
I ain't really ever had a passion but I think I like this music
She ask me if I read her letters still but I think I threw em
He was talking down they asked me bout I Ain't even knew him"Mr. Get It Done" they like to ask me how I do it
I ain't really ever had a passion but I think I like this music
She ask me if I read her letters still but I think I threw em
He was talking down they asked me bout I Ain't even knew him