You Can Do It Too

[Intro]

My nigga you can do it too (turn me up, turn me up)

You can do it too

My nigga you can do it too

You can do it too

You can do it too (Just tellin you, ya know?)

[Verse 1]

Aiyyo

Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills

By listening to squeals of PJ wheels

As we land I duck down, I stick my head up my dick is

being sucked down, by a bitch named what now

I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars

Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R

I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel

You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel

I was a marching band, I was a skateboader

Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water

Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders

You niggaz were cool in school now you niggaz take orders

I'm not dissin your job

But now you listen and nod

Some mount the limit shit, I know this position is odd

Don't Gasp for air

You can turn blue

Look, accel nigga

trust me you can do it

[Chorus]

You can do it too young blood

You can do it too young love

Just watch what you do young blood

And watch whose in your crew young blood

It don't matter if you do drugs,

And even if you threw slugs

You can do it too young blood

I did you can do it too

[Verse Two]

I know niggaz are like there's no returning when I

bought that white five-fifth

So white that the coke heads just might try sniff

I ordered the phatom coupe, that's smoke pipe grey

And the interior was like crack white beige

At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page

I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh well

Life's a bitch but not too extreme

Life's got a fat ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam

I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin my cream

I'm coming to america call me Prince Akeem, yessir

It's kinda weird, 'cause this I dream

Kinda prophetic ya get it 'cause this I seen

These type of visions, since I's teen

I told my teacher what I saw, she said I missed byzine

Laughed with the class with the slightest clue

You be buying my shit, and I be rappin to you, but you can do it too

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude

Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you

He got robbed and it seems he has a huge

He's frustrated and that it all he has is you

So, things propel and things excel

The next the a bing comes out the barrell

And my man they accused him of sittin tight up in jail

Ironic he close my man luke can hear him yell

I ain't do it but somebody dropped him flat

I felt the wind from it, that was God cocking back

I got a call from Virginia grandma went back

The line was fluctuated but it just now went flat

See her body went down and her soul went up

She sent angels around me so evil could not touch

I don't lie no more and I'm haunted when I fuck

Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah you know what's up

The wires across, and it's breeding a plague

The conscience is hungry, and it's eating away

Trying to make sense of it, but it's speedy in vain

Up all night with the books and you read till the day

But still ya house of diddy 'cause you got a little paper

Push a cat in the corner, trust me it's the nature

Never underestimate the-things you do

Read your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go

[Chorus]

[Man Singing]

Don't be afraid to look up the sky [8x]