Whatever

Just woke up, another day another dollar that I ain't make
Another search for that one soul I can't hate
Can't think of a wrong turn I ain't take
Or think of a past b*tch I ain't rape
Or at least think about it
Cause if you talk about it guess you gotta be about it
At least that's what they used to tell me when I dreamed about it
The self-suppression and hate, where would I be without it
Seems to be the only reason I can script this sh*t
But f*ck it I live this sh*t
So why not speak about hell, seems I know it so well
They say you make the happy endings to the stories you tell
And that's bullsh*t
So if I got a range then maybe I'll get a b*tch
Put hickeys over her neck instead of slitting her sh*t
Join a local church, stock bibles at the crib
Have a daughter and support her at ballet recital gigs
Barbecues with neighbors, and a belly full of beer
9 to 5 every morning, mad cause I never lived
N*gga f*ck that
Cause I would rather be
The n*gga with the whole world mad at me
Than the faggot I'm not

Why the f*ck you talking to me like I ain't got guap (you don't)
Why you acting like my tape won't knock (it won't)
Well f*ck you, and I hope you rot (croak)
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Why the f*ck you talking to me like I ain't got guap (you don't)
Why you acting like my tape won't knock (it won't)
Well f*ck you and I hope you rot (well, you're an as*h*le)
Whatever, whatever, whatever