What I Gotta Do - K Rino

What I gotta do

To make you see I stay true and get some love back too?

What I gotta do

To show the whole world that I did it all for you?

A lot of men went astray, so my head bends when I pray when my mindstate’s in

disarray

But at the end of the day, I wanna make sure that I said everything I intended

to say

Then again in a way, sometimes it’s better just to chill on tape,

put your grill on safe

‘cause the real gon' take what you sayin' to heart

But the people that wanna break it down still gon‘ hate

So I might as well go and shoot straight with ‘em

It’s only winners and losers, I was raised in a place where it’s only two ways

it works

Either the bait catches the fish or the fish gets away with the bait

No in between, you either wearing the ring or tap on down the road like Ben

Vereen

An endless scene with suspended dreams

Eventually you appreciate the simple things

Life’s waging a bad war

A lot of it’s happening fast so I gotta focus and get in the lab more

I see through ‘em like glass doors

I got people mad at me for not taking advice that I didn’t even ask for

My last resort is to get my passport or do me a Nascar with some miles on the

dashboard

Maybe a fast horse to take me out of this bottomless pit

Because in real life, I done had a crash course

Listen I’m worn down, do anybody know the score now?

My motivation’s sinking the lower ground

I’m hearing these poor sounds and realizing every single day that I ain’t got

enough patience to go around

So a little introspection might be necessary to press me in the right direction

I notice whenever I stop studying, my brain gets muddy and I need another life

injection so I’m asking

What I gotta do

To make you see I stay true and get some love back too?

What I gotta do

To show the whole world that I did it all for you?

My name is like dust, it blows unnoticed forever

K is the real deal, my skill ain’t a bluff

My catalog’s up on the beast to release seven CDs in one day and it still

wasn’t enough

No attention or no mention from any publication or station

Deep in the underground is where they bury me

Thirteen quality projects in two years when most of these rappers releasing one

every three

So how the hell is he or she considered to be G.O.A.T

When I repetitiously body and DOA beats

If you listen diligently, eventually you’ll agree

No lyricist in history has been consistent as me

It’s a higher peak, I mentally aspire to reach

When I’m being penalized for my desire to teach

I’m still writing the heat but man, the fire is weak

Even contemplated turning in my retirement sheet

Why should I keep depleting myself, extending my limits

When it’s only appreciated by a mini percentage?

But plenty of men have seen it so anything with a critic who fails to even

mention my spittin', I get offended

But then again again it goes back to the premise that artists never walk in

accordance

‘cause I never needed commercial endorsement or reinforcement to properly

validate my importance

So with that said, I’ma acknowledge the people who still rockin' with me though

it ain’t really about the cash

The people from all over the planet who manage to get whatever I manufacture

whether present or past

I put too much effort into my craft for me to have this slow amount of love

when I be givin' my all

So if I say right now that I’ma put the mic down, I want you to know that it

wasn’t because of y’all

I’m asking

What I gotta do

To make you see I stay true and get some love back too?

What I gotta do

To show the whole world that I did it all for you?