What Would I Do (Grae Jean)

1 for the beat 2 for the real Right cats who never doubted I was dropping the skill For all my peoples in NY and SA who blessed me A gas face to all those who still wanna test me 3 for the fans who already know the name 4 smacks to all wack niggaz in the game 5,6,7,8,9,10 for the flows 'Ey yo Len, drop it to zero, this is how the story goes.. Drama, so close to not completing the missing piece of the puzzle Quit again, in again, drop suit be following Swallowing prod like porn stars and money shots I'm hitting ya blocks, spinning as heavy as SUVs doing 360 I'm ready as ever, over due like the rain in New York Sustained a steady fan base, but you still don't know me Hold me in your highest regards, I'm your homie I relate it's personal, nothing fake, read me - wait, I'd rather dictate it Relay it to you on a deeper level Kick off your shoes and light your Ls and talk and get to know each other I'm Jean, honorable team player for years Emceeing on the low, in videos devoid of the hoes For sho' it's crunch time, I'm the one they sent to piss your label off They won't f**k with me, unless I'm parading and taking it off Nah man, executives, con mans This record is too hot to get pushed back another minute It would burn a set control well admit You liked it when the first bar dropped In less than one second she's already spitting I need ya'll, you want a change? well here it is Let's stop complaining, make it happen, everybody step up your game 'Cause everybody's stuck in park or reverse Letting the media choose your path and rape you, market you less than you worth I was gonna throw your towel in But honestly you cats deserve some better music Plus, come on, what else would I be doing? Shit.. (What, what, what would I do?)If, like my people said, "I left it to you" (Tell me what, what, what would I do?)If I didn't try a verse, if I didn't rhyme (Tell me what, what, what would I do?)If I just hated and did nothing to change it (Tell me what, what, what would I do?)Hell no, that could never happen There's so much further to go I feel like Mindy Cohen doing the One To Grow On Yeah I'm old school, 40s and high tops Triple Gooses and Travel Fox Huaraches and Blow Pops I'm down to earth but still dreaming Peace to Skeme Team and all of my niggaz on the come up Apani and Lyric, we gon' take it there The rest of ya'll just taking up space, and you don't even care It's like you started eating Thanks Giving dinner without saying grace I whisper a prayer for you 'cause you cats are lost and probably not gon' make it back Fuck it, it's more for me I guess So please don't stress it The best is yet to come This is just an introduction I'm 'bout to have niggaz madder than big titty girls who getting breast reductions The purpose of my function is to smash, simply put - trash you Until you cry "Uncle mercy", wander aimless in this concrete jungle and curse me There ain't a need for verse three I can feel it That would rob you of your man hood, and I'm not into stealing So tell me.. (What, what, what would I do?)If, like my people said, "I left it to you" (Tell me what, what, what would I do?)If I didn't try a verse, if I didn't rhyme (Tell me what, what, what would I do?)If I just hated and did nothing to change it (Tell me what, what, what would I do?)Hell no, that could never happen Ha-ha, yeah man... And it's only the beginning... Better choose sides now..