[Intro]

I do this all for you
I do this all for you

[Verse 1]

My whole life, I wanted to help
Everybody else but myself
Embarassed at birthday parties
Cause it seemed like we the only ones who had some wealth

Little did I know we ain't have shit
My folks was just good at disguising it
Nintendo, Sega, Penny’s, Jordans
No room to sit at Christmas

Fast forward now, I’m a college kid
Fascinated with love and relationships
I wanted to be a marriage counselor
But black people don’t believe in that shit

What’s my purpose, what’s my role
Become a coach, that’s the new goal
Phil Jackson, Pat Riley
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But you had to be somebody
Who was born to somebody
Who knew somebody
Or owned some bodies
First generation college grad
You lucky to even know your Dad

I was a college coach, that shit was weak
Slave mind, too much groupthink
Like I said, I just want to help
People get to a level can’t get to by themselves

Not an accident, my purpose is bigger
Than sitting in this box making mid five figures
This cubicle got me feeling like a rat
Got too many lives, that I can impact

I got too many rhymes, that are so damn smart
I got a serious gift that sets me apart
I got some serious truths to get out of my heart
And this verse was a good place to start

[Hook]

I do this all for you
I do this all for you
Just let me know you feeling it
Just let me know you feeling it

[Repeat x 3]

[Verse 2]

Self doubt starting to creep in
Talk about your life, but where do I begin
I ain't shot nobody, I ain’t sold no o’s
I went to college twice, I fucked some hoes

Got to find somebody, to record my speech
5 racks for a fucking beat
Fuck you, I’ll find someone else
Better yet, I’ll just do it myself

This software is so foreign to me
Been better off learning Swahili
Does this kick, kick
Does this ride, ride
Is this hat too subtle
What about this bassline

Is my voice too high, my voice too deep
How is my message going to be received
Are my punchlines hitting
Entendres connecting
Does this feel like a history lesson

Will the common fan, understand
Will the hip hop heads, say I’m too bland
Will DJ’s have a track they keep playing
Duck, what the fuck are you saying

Fuck them, who gives a shit
They ain't the reason you got into this
They some coward muthafuckas with a bone to pick
You’re the one with multiple gifts

You did this to connect with the people
To be their intellectual peephole
To let them know, they are never alone
Anytime they hear one of your songs

They appreciate it, they respect the fact
That you would even be concerned with that
Congratulations, Duck of Nap
You got the smartest fans in all of rap

[Hook]


[Verse 3]

Tired of these rappers singing about the same shit
They petty beef, they jealousness
No work ethic, they don’t work at it
The real fans, they don’t respect it

Trying to stay tame
But there’s too many to name
I’m sick of listening to you weak ass lames
Polluting and convoluting the game
Something’s gotta give, something’s gotta change

Duck is his name, a soulish rapper
Fuck yo book, this a whole new chapter
I want my shit to save someone’s life
I want my shit to wipe tears at night

I want my shit to get you through college
I want my shit to give you knowledge
I want my shit to give you light
I want my shit to get you hype

Hoodie on, head down
Looking at your feet that’s on solid ground
This wasn’t how life was supposed to go
You’re only at peace when your eyes are closed

You feel like that nobody knows
Your problems, your struggles
So you gotta fuckin' let go
And let this music inside your soul

Bob your head, up and down
Rockin’ to this fuckin’ sound
Give a fuck who’s looking at you
They don’t know what you’ve been through

They don’t know what you deal with
And how you overcame that shit
So let them stare like something’s wrong
And rock to our fuckin’ song

[Hook]

[Outro]

Just let me know you feeling it
Just let me know you feeling it

Just let me know you feeling it
Just let me know you feeling it

I do this all for you
I do this all for you