[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Yeah, yeah
I do this for a living, the cars and the spending
From start to the finish, I do it just to win it
I do this for the hood, I do this for the homies
I do this for the bitches, I do it so you know me
I do this for a living, the planes and the flights
I do this for the clear sky stars in the night
I do this for the dope boys still selling packs
I do this for the ones that ain't never coming back
I do this for a living

[Verse 1: Berner]
When I die, hope I'm forgiven
Cause in these streets we living
It's either death or prison
I never take a day off
We be gettin' weight off
Out of state hustle, I never had me a day job
When that plane take off, we be shippin' yay off
Never been a middle man, always been a straight boss
Cats be tellin' now-a-days
So I be watching who I hang with
Big Meech, Larry Hoover, I be on that same shit
In the drought, kick back, and watch the cane flip
Breaking bread with the same clique that I came with
The only thing on my mind, that make a killin'
I came up broke, nothing was given
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