J. Cole - I Do My Thing Lyrics

(Is this what you want?)

Big Nerve out of the bullpen with the assist
We going back to war, tell them boys to re-enlist
I got more shit, you don't wanna be a vic
I'm bangin' yall heads, it's 'bout to be a bitch
It's 'bout to be a lick, I'm feelin' very vigorous
I'm 'bout to be set for life like I'm Jigga's kids
All Terrain Music, you know how real it is (yeah)
I got the beat and shit, now look what I did
My man filthy told me just grab my balls on it
So what did I do? Yeah, I grabbed my balls on it (DJ OnPoint)
What should you do? I say bet it all on it
Yeah, that's my advice, just bet it all on it
Do what I say so I ain't talking for nothin'
Don't take no from a-holes, yeah, especially in public
J. Cole, we way swole, either hate it or love it
Got hoes, we take those, if you don't like it then fuck it

You got your feelings hurt? You wanna talk about it?
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
I do my thing, I don't care how you feel about it (nah)
You got your feelings hurt? You wanna talk about it? (Huh?)
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it (and you know why his name is OnPoint)
('Cause he on point, pussy)

Look at the product it's nice, fuck with fire and ice
Cheated on my girlfriend until my tires got sliced
Just got some x pills, we gon' try 'em tonight
Hang on tight, girl, you going for the ride of your life
Everything was fine until she said I wasn't her type
Oh, I get it all the time, it's because that I'm white
She was like, "Nah, I'm used to dudes packin' the pipe"
"So you can just drop me off if you ain't tappin' me right"
I hysterically laughed, girl, I ain't scared of your ass
I done ate more pies than even Sara Lee has
So when I get done with that you wanna marry me, ha
Play in the backyard so I can bury the cash
And I can bury the bone 'cause I am heir to the throne
I don't need no help, see, I can carry my own
No time for tricks, bitch, Curly, Larry, or Moe
I hit with a big stick it's only fair that you know (is this what you want?)

You got your feelings hurt? You wanna talk about it?
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
I do my thing, I don't care how you feel about it (nah)
You got your feelings hurt? You wanna talk about it? (Huh?)
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
Guess what, bitch? I don't wanna hear about it (wh-what? Wh-what?)
I do my thing and I don't care how you feel about it (nah)

Nervous Reck, yo
Nerve, All Terrain Music
J. Cole, what up?
(And you know why his name is OnPoint 'cause he on point, pussy)