Quaan - I Do Em Gree-Z. (feat. Dequadray & EK the Giant) Lyrics

I ain't been seen
I ain't been causing a scene
It ain't been a costing a thing
Stay to myself
True
Stay true to myself
I need the booth to myself
Keep a nigga who gon' shoot to the left
Ain't no intruders we hip to the theft
Shawty come through and she move it
Exclusive for me like I asked in a prayer, yeah
Same phone since way when
Number never changed just the friends
Lil woodie say he got it, that's a bet
When it's crunch time I'm a vet
I know hard times not a threat
I hope God cries in my stead
I got large ties with the bread
They want us hogtied with the feds
Whatever they say about you
Bet it ain't the truth
The reason that they doubt you
'Cause they got nothing to prove
I ain't even moving my fingers
Guess I make it look it easy
Since you thinking you slick
Nah better yet I'm gree-z
I keep it gree-z
Just like that stove
Head chef cook it up
Served à la mode
You cannot touch me
When I'm in my zone
You can't defeat me
When I'm chasing goals
I'm the programmer
I can't be controlled
I don't give a f*ck bout
What you niggas were told
I'm not the lies that
You niggas got sold
I can't be contained
Now I'm breaking the mold
I'm a fresh college grad, double degree
Worked three jobs just so I can eat
Lived by each check, yeah that's week to week
I keep it cold but I still bring the heat
When I hop in my bag then I get in my groove
Got big dreams, but got nothing to prove
'Cause these niggas don't wanna see how you move
In the end your truth only matters to you
Whatever they say about you
Bet it ain't the truth
The reason that they doubt you
'Cause they got nothing to prove
I ain't even moving my fingers
Guess I make it look it easy
Since you thinking you slick
Nah better yet I'm gree-z
Whatever they say
Nah better yet you sleazy
Not difficult this easy
I touch down they wheezing
I make 'em dread like weezy
'Til they all dead not breathing
I shake 'em up like seizures
I serve 'em all like Ceasers
Sit all em down no bleachers
I don't white-wash no bleach here
Give 'em white chalk like the teacher
I don't like talk won't speak here
I don't light walk no sneaking
All of y'all holes I peeped it
See through niggas like deacons
Speed through niggas like weekends
Bleed through sheets with a ink pen
Like endings on a sentence
I order shit like syntax
In fact
Come on man, transit