Escobar season has returned...
It's been a long time
Been a long time comin'
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now.
This is what makes me.
This is what I am.

[Chorus]
You can hate me now (QB)
But I won't stop now (Real N****s)
'Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts)
You can hate me now (C'mon)
But I won't stop now
Cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now
You can hate me nooow

Do it now, Do It now,
Do it now

Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy
Ice that I wear, clothes that I try
Close your eyes, picture me rollin,
Sixes, money foldin

B****es honeys that swollen
The riches, nas get in ya
Most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner
Best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater

Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters
Commentators ring side try watchin my paper
Almost a decade quite impressive
Most of the best is in the essence

For this rap s*** that I stand for
Expanding more to the big screen
Bill gates dreams
But it seems you'd rather see me in jail

With state dreams
Want me off the scene fast
But good things last
Like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash

First rapper to bring a platinum plaque
Back to the projects
But you still want to hate, be my guest
I suggest

Do it now

[Chorus]

Do it now, I told you do it now

You want to hate me then hate me
What can I do?
But keep gettin money
Funny I was just like you

I had to hustle hard never give up
Until I made it
Now why'all sayin that's a clever n****
Nothing to play with

Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G
People warn me, when you're on top there's envy
Took my n****s out the hood but you doubt on us
Sayin' we left the hood

But can't get it out of us
My bad, should I step out my shoes
Give 'em to you?
Here's my car and my house

You can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the streets
Hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that

What you expect hoe
Nickname esco
Took this game to its threshold
Best flow I bet the whole U.S. know

Try to make it like you the realest
But who the illest?
Think we all know the answer to that
'Cause n****s feel this right

Do it now

[Chorus]

It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the pearly gates
I was destined to come

Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot

Chairman of the board until this game stop
And I side with the Lord
Ride for the cause
While driving, n****s shot out my doors

Plottin, I'm sure to catch me
With they glocks to my jaw
Try stickin my up but I
But I flipped on these ducks

Instead of me
Ambulances were picking them up
N****s fear what they don't understand
Hate what they can't conquer

Guess its just a theory of man
Became a monster, atop of the world
Never fallin
I'm as real as they come

From day one, forever ballin
See'mon

[Chorus: x 2]

(Do it now, do it now)
(do it now, do it now)
(Come on)
(Hate me now, hate me now)

(C'mon n****s, see'mon n****s)
(Do it now, get the s*** over with)
(It ain't gonna ever stop n****s)

Writer : ANTHONY MOODY, NASIR JONES
Copyright : Lyrics © JUMPING BEAN SONGS, LLC , Universal Music Publishing Group