"Umma Do Me" lyrics

This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me

I'm a real G, no bandana
Don't play with my life, [?] like [?]
I'ma give your ass something that you can't handle
Moved from the M, up to Atlanta
Everywhere I go, I rep my city
Everywhere I'm at, them goons be with me
[?] chain, like it going insane
I'ma leave your ass right there, looking [?]
Murder one, third degree
And ain't nobody gon' testify
'Cause all my niggas gon' stay in line
And [?] die
Y.O. G.O.T.T.I
[?] hundred thousand to get me high
As I'm blowing on the kush pack, rolling on the X pill
[?] couple thousand to get me by
Motherfuck the laws, I'm strapped right now
Weak ass niggas, need to free T.I
These bitch ass niggas, keep snitching on a nigga
'Cause these pussy ass niggas keep letting them slide
You a hip-hop cop, or a hip-hop head?
Let a street nigga get some hip-hop bread
For I end up in the feds, or end up dead
I'm the king of the streets, bitch, I know what I said

This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me