All I Have To Do

[Verse 1: Adrian Stressow] Document us to the documentary I’m not like what you phonies all pretend to be I’m gaining energy right off my enemies They being rude and it’s so rudimentary Been in my element since elementary But they can never travel my trajectory While old friends in penitentiaries I save pennies, stacking cents for centuries Whoa Yeah All my homies in the building Finna make a living off it and a killing Making profit I’m a hero and the villain Ay, I’ve been steady working the [?] like off-season I get up at 5 AM in the off-season Tryna body all these rappers they not breathing Man, you ain’t the chief of nothin’ but y’all chiefing I’m only 18 right now, I’m not peaking They can never see my vision, but I’m peeking I hope y’all really can feel what I’m speaking Lately, I don’t know what’s real, I been dreaming Lately, I don’t know how it feels on free weekends I don’t let my homies go hungry, they need feedin’ When I get this iTunes check, then we eatin’ Praying for a miracle ‘cuz we need it I told Juice I need sixteen bars I never really fit it, homie this the lane we carve We goin’ Dallas and Deon, I’m finna make my mark You ain’t taught me like hockey team, we Dallas Stars, yeah Dropped out at DBU, who’da knew I’d make it this far, I gotta go hard in all I do do And numbers on the come up, I’m knowing I gotta move Puttin’ all I got into it, knowing that’s something to lose Yeah [Verse 2: Topi Mandela] I didn’t wanna have to do it But y’all done messed around, let me off the leash And released a new breed of beast, someone call police Disbelief, I can see the grief, this will not be brief Murder Beautiful destruction or irrefutable discussion All the futile disruptions, fuel repercussions People cuffin’ all my niggas in chains Now we paid for ‘em, know I’m bringing the change But I’m the cashier, with cash ears I hear money Hit me for a feature you prolly won’t hear from me Broke dude busy begging for bread, they crumby I’m selling these line rappers, I’m Geppetto to these dummies Pulling strings, I’m just tryna set you free I’ll bet you’ll be better when I let you be I be the B to E to the S to T With expertise, poppin’ like ecstasy You extras need to stick to the script I flipped the kill switch on, didn’t no one predict That I would inflict so much pain with my lips I just kissed Death “Hello” and take up the trip Chosen by the Messiah, I’m a mess He edify I’m messing up the whole game of names and not retire, uh Benchwarmers, I can rep all day Every verse is a SportsCenter top ten play Don’t play, you niggas in the non-top ten Lookin’ at Topi like “How we gone top him?” Probably never will, man meant that as a problem Never caught off guard, Mandela does not flinch I can go bar to bar With the biggest star, turn them to a transgender Or a bartender ‘cuz they bars tender Stick to yours, it’d be best if you surrender, boy [Verse 3: Kaleb Mitchell] Daily I’m apt to rip the head off of Satan I send it back to Hell in a paper bag to make a statement They couldn’t hold a candle to me, I dismember these rappers I promise when I get finished, you won’t remember these rappers Ain’t got the time to make friends with these rappers I hear them talking out of pocket until I go and put the pen to these rappers And I’m literally in a league of my own We think they talkin’ Google when you say he peepin’ the chrome I don’t believe ‘em when they claim that they be banging the Glocks They’ll be the same suckas that be saying names to the cops I’m kicking every door down, and I’m changing the locks Know I was destined for greatness, just had to wait for my spot And now I’m here It’s a new era I’m in a bend over their heads, tell me who’s better? They said they wanted a buzz, well I’ve been giving ‘em right Somebody hit BET and tell them put me in a site They know that Mitchell is me, well he may be sicker than average Imma call up an ambulance, man I flow like an avalanche There’s no stopping me, y’all got me high, they be hyping up hypocrisy Well, Imma turn the opposition obsolete Obviously I’m a high commodity In the game of lies and overall monotony Man, the team cannot be beat, I hit the bass I’m a bit abusive Somebody make another dance song I swear to God Imma freaking lose it I’m done with it I’m going dumb with it Man, I miss the days when I was having fun with it But I really need the funds, and yes I do this for the Son But that ain’t stopping me from making y’all my sons with it I said I’m done with it I’m going dumb with it Man, I miss the days when I was having fun with it But I really need the funds, and yes I do this for the Son But that ain’t stopping me from making y’all my sons with it Young Mitchell