I'm not the table you can come and lay cup down on, now I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a load I'm not the road that you when you looking for a short cut, uh I ain't the stepping to be stepping on I nobodies crutch I ain't the man, with your money, man You looking at me I'm not the one, looking at me son You looking at free I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you out Ain't got no for em' If you in, mothafucka, check this out
Ain't much I can do but I do I can But I'm not a fool there's no need to And just because you got yourself in some It doesn't I have to come deal with it You handle your own you become a man And a man when you handle your own Ain't I can do, but I do what I can But what can I do if I do till gone? Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh it's gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do it's gone?
I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the line, now I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just and push around I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you found This ain't no free rent. Come and a tent You tying me down I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll clean Like the wheel on the you wanna break Cause I hold up the weight for the I'm not the gold watch and the new that your scheming to check out Unless your looking to out (powpowpow) a mess, now (come on)
Ain't much I can do but I do I can But I'm not a fool there's no to pretend And just because you got yourself in some It doesn't mean I have to come with it You handle own when you become a man And become a man you handle your own much I can do, but I do what I can But what can I do if I do till it's Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh it's gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do till gone?
I jump to the sky for my I walk the fire. I give love when it's equal Don't me not to complain about my money and fame When you come around me telling me changed Damn, right I've changed When there's change in my pocket hit the bucket It was a rocking all a I went from without nothing To shopping for my cousins Now the cops know that I'm buzzing, they drop me in the oven Pull me over to say "I'm a fan" Hip hop; gotta it, but fuck it
Ain't much I can do but I do I can But I'm not a fool no need to pretend And because you got yourself in some shit It doesn't mean I to come deal with it You handle your own you become a man And become a man you handle your own much I can do, but I do what I can But what can I do if I do till gone? Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh Till gone. Oh oh What can I do if I do it's gone?