Don't Do It.

Don't Do It, Off The Recession, that fucking song g. Shit be puttin' me in'a mindstate. Makes me think back, how many of my niggas i hadda visit since the summer of 08, how many is in the feds, how many are behind the wall. how many are getting deported, how many i gotta bring home. hold ya heads. keep it moving.

"No mo jose no mo rosie They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay All he wanted was the fame make it last forever You get some ones I get some ones we make it rain together I'm talkin Quabo dreams cristal fetishes Smokein' everyday just to keep ya sanity Just me and nigga like what up doe Still partyin' the club closed an hour ago I guess the back to back Lambo's a thing of the past We used to talk on a chirp now we talking through a glass Just like the glass I know he sees right through me Transparent I can't hide my window pain I'm thinkin' what to say to make him have a betta day I'm walkin' down this lil hallway like what the fu*k I'm gonna say As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls I need to lighten up man this sh*t is too tense Feels like I need? my heart aches so bad When he sees my face he's gonna be so glad Then I look into his eyes swear to god I seen his soul Tell me what can make a hot boy stare so cold As I looked a lil deeper I saw a lil hope then he cracked a smile He still got his pride Keep doin' what you doin' hold us real nigga's down No matta what you do don't let us real nigga's down".