Greg Hartley, Corbin Reynolds - Do What I Do Lyrics

Been goin in since 8th grade
Called longshot like Devin Wade
Felt the love felt the hate
Felt the grace felt the shame
Now I’m known for throwing shade
If you come around just be afraid
Nah I’m just playin’ like an arcade
My team out here like a blockade
Goin’ hard on this track (Aye)
Feelin’ sharp like a tack (Aye)
God got me so
I’m never goin back (Aye)
Really givin’ daps (Aye)
Tryin’ out this trap (Aye)
Haters call this crap (Aye)
But I know it slaps (Yah)
I’m goin out my mind now
They tried to count me out
I got no time for the fakes now
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Put in the work no off day’s
Slice the beat guess I slay
Feelin’ shady so call up Sway
Hit my knees when i need to pray
G feelin’ eazy like the bay
Bars no limit when I spray
Guess it’s time to get off the bench and show I ain’t here to play
I dropped my album it was aight
But these new tracks got me hype
Sub genre I ain’t gotta type
I’m just doin’ what I know (Doin’ what I know)
We bout to blow
We doin shows
We gonna grow
Strike a pose
The bass hit hard like Bose
I think I said that before
I’m doin what I do (Doin’ what I do)
Ain’t nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)
Just know if you in my lane
You better make a way (Better make a way)
I’m goin insane (Goin’ insane)
Look inside my brain (Brain brain)
It’s full of big thoughts
But my soul ain’t being bought, nah
I’m goin out my mind now
They tried to count me out
I got no time for the fakes now
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do

Been goin in since 8th grade
Called longshot like Devin Wade
Felt the love felt the hate
Felt the grace felt the shame
Now I’m known for throwing shade
If you come around just be afraid
Nah I’m just playin’ like an arcade
My team out here like a blockade
Goin’ hard on this track (Aye)
Feelin’ sharp like a tack (Aye)
God got me so
I’m never goin back (Aye)
Really givin’ daps (Aye)
Tryin’ out this trap (Aye)
Haters call this crap (Aye)
But I know it slaps (Yah)
I’m goin out my mind now
They tried to count me out
I got no time for the fakes now
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Put in the work no off day’s
Slice the beat guess I slay
Feelin’ shady so call up Sway
Hit my knees when i need to pray
G feelin’ eazy like the bay
Bars no limit when I spray
Guess it’s time to get off the bench and show I ain’t here to play
I dropped my album it was aight
But these new tracks got me hype
Sub genre I ain’t gotta type
I’m just doin’ what I know (Doin’ what I know)
We bout to blow
We doin shows
We gonna grow
Strike a pose
The bass hit hard like Bose
I think I said that before
I’m doin what I do (Doin’ what I do)
Ain’t nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)
Just know if you in my lane
You better make a way (Better make a way)
I’m goin insane (Goin’ insane)
Look inside my brain (Brain brain)
It’s full of big thoughts
But my soul ain’t being bought, nah
I’m goin out my mind now
They tried to count me out
I got no time for the fakes now
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do
Imma do what I do