I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load

I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh

I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on

I ain't nobodies crutch

I ain't the money man, with your money, man

You ain't looking at me

I'm not the cheap one, looking at me son

You ain't looking at free

I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out

Ain't got no check for em'

If you checking in, mothafucka, check this out

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can

But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend

And just because you got yourself in some shit

It doesn't 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

Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can

But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

What can I do if I do till it's gone?

I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the finish line, now

I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push around

I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you finally found

This ain't no free rent. Come and pitch a tent

You ain't tying me down

I'm 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

I'm not the gold watch and the new truck that your scheming to check out

Unless your looking to check out (powpowpow)

What a mess, now (come on)

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can

But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend

And just because you got yourself in some shit

It doesn't 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

Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can

But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

What can I do if I do till it's gone?

I jump to the sky for my people

I walk through the fire. I give love when it's equal

Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame

When you come around me telling me I've changed

Damn, right I've fucking changed

When there's 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 I'm buzzing

they wanna drop me in the oven

Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"

Hip hop; gotta love it, but fuck it

Ain't much I can do but I do what I can

But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend

And just because you got yourself in some shit

It doesn't 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

Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can

But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

Till it's gone. Oh oh

What can I do if I do till it's gone?