till ITS gone

Im not the table you can come
And lay your cup down on now
Im not the shoulder for a bag
The one that carried a heavy load

Im not the road that you take
When you looking
For a short cut uh

I aint the stepping stone
To be stepping on
I aint nobodies crutch

I aint the money man
With your money man
You aint looking at me

Im not the cheap one
Looking at me son
You aint looking at free

I aint the dish rag to come clean up
All the shit that you dish out
Aint got no check for em
If you checking in
Mothafucka check this out

Aint much I can do
But I do what I can

But Im not a fool
Theres no need to pretend

And just because you got yourself
In some shit

It doesnt mean
I have to come deal with it

You handle your own
When you become a man

And become a man
When you handle your own

Aint much I can do
But I do what I can

But what can I do
If I do till its gone

Oh oh
Till its gone oh oh
Till its gone oh oh
Till its gone oh
What can I do
If I do till its gone
Im not the the trash can
Not the last man
At the finish line now
Im not the new kid on the block
That you can just follow
And push around

Im not the fucking needle
In the hay stack
That you finally found

This aint no free rent
Come and pitch a tent
You aint tying me down
Im not a bus ride
You can hop inside
And just roll away clean
Like the wheel on the wagon
You wanna break
Cause I hold up
The weight for the team
Im not the gold watch
And the new truck
That your scheming to check out
Unless your looking to check out

What a mess now (come on)
Aint much I can do
But I do what I can

But Im not a fool
Theres no need to pretend

And just because you
Got yourself in some shit

It doesnt mean
I have to come deal with it

You handle your own
When you become a man

And become a man
When you handle your own

Aint much I can do
But I do what I can

But what can I do
If I do till its gone

Oh oh
Till its gone oh oh

Till its gone oh oh

Till its gone oh
What can I do
If I do till its gone

I jump to the sky for my people
I walk through the fire
I give love when its equal
Dont tell me not to complain
About my money and fame
When you come around me
Telling me Ive changed
Damn right Ive fucking changed
When theres fucking change
In my pocket hit the bucket
It was a rocking all a sudden
I went from shopping
Without nothing
To going shopping
For my cousins
Now that the cops know
That Im buzzing
They wanna drop me
In the oven
Pull me over just to say
'Im a fan'
Hip hop you gotta love it
Fuck it

Aint much I can do
But I do what I can

But Im not a fool
Theres no need to pretend

And just because you
Got yourself in some shit

It doesnt mean
I have to come deal with it

You handle your own
When you become a man

And become a man
When you handle your own

Aint much I can do
But I do what I can

But what can I do
If I do till its gone

Oh oh
Till its gone oh oh
Till its gone oh oh

Till its gone oh
What can I do
If I do till its gone