Текст M Huncho – What Can I Do

I need us a mill and a boat, a collection of codes, we ain’t in it for hoes
We ain’t in it for shows, we’re just in it for dough, you already know
You already know, my status on low, I’m feeling to grow
A bunch of the trees, then cut off the leaves, and shot it in threes
In God I believe, in God yeah I trust, never taken her home
In the car yeah I buss, I ain’t causing no fuss, we’re dishing the packs
Minimal dust, I just clean and I go, I roll up a J
I roll on my J’s, I’m with it like Hus, I put on my Vans
I hit up the roads, I can’t keep my shirt, I can’t keep my shoes
Take you car keys and dust, got stuck in the sand, got stuck in the mud
They didn’t show us no love, we just broke down a pack, you ain’t seen the bud
It comes in a sack, consign on a 9, I ain’t running it back
Got love for my Turks, got love for my guys, got love for the trap
Got love for my family, no love for the ends, cos that is insanity
The borough of Brent, is where I reside, I don’t bang for the ends
But I’ll bang for my friends, when the time is so right, when the time is so right

I wanna blow trees around some palm trees (What can I do?)
I have to keep some bruddas at an arm’s reach (What can I do?)
I wanna be in Dubai at the Palm Beach (What can I do?)
But what can I do, what can I do?

What can I do, I’m stuck in a jungle, you’re stuck in a zoo
You’re stuck in a cage, we out in the field, you turnt a new page
We need a new book, life is a maze, the grass is so green
The bud is so green, the lean is so lean, you got the juice
But I got the cream, no ice on my wrist, I keep it so clean
She’s digging the style, the kid is not mine, fuck Billie Jean

I remember the days, I was hitting them fiends, the ticks on my phone
They’re itching for more, it’s kitty galore, I get in the cab
I got half a box, paranoia is mad, I am with my amigos
We ain’t going outside, we ain’t going outside, the plug is so mad
I ran off with work, I got me a chick and I put on some jerk
Then I break it all down, then I put in the work, I get it all gone
Then I bill up a doobie
I can’t fuck with this ting if she ain’t pushing none of the work in her coochie
Fuck all this niggas, they talking they bitching, they moving like groupies
How can I lose g, how can I lose g, I’m a winner from birth
I’m riding the wave, I’m doing the surf
I’ve been around, I ain’t gotta churf
Chasing the bands, I’m chasing the pounds
I’m rolling with dogs, I’m rolling with hounds