What You Doing
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the heat
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the beat
It's a shootaround at the court
Whoever's still out here, gonna get scorched
And that's a live sideline report
We stay balling, and we living hardcore
On a hot streak, but my heart's cold
Depends on which side, if the whole story's told
It's highlighted, underlined and bold
With neon lights on, products being sold
The story unfolds, choose your own adventure
Reading to the end, so, you don't have to wonder
Taking lots of notes, and attending every lecture
Exam week, so a hundred is my favorite number
In the real world, there is no preparation
For broken dreams, there's no reconciliation
It's just investigation, of your imagination
Reality and fantasy, in dilapidation
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the heat
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the beat
It's a shootaround in the states
Passing lit blunts, i appreciate
Every moment, it could be a new adventure
Grinding all day, til the sky turns magenta
Tryna blow up, as a rapper and producer
Mixing in the flowers, like lilac and fuchsia
It's gotta burn slow, it's gotta move fast
We got a troubled past, but we were built to last
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the heat
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the beat
It's a shootaround at the court
Whoever's still out here, gonna get scorched
And that's a live sideline report
We stay balling, and we living hardcore
On a hot streak, but my heart's cold
Depends on which side, if the whole story's told
It's highlighted, underlined and bold
With neon lights on, products being sold
The story unfolds, choose your own adventure
Reading to the end, so, you don't have to wonder
Taking lots of notes, and attending every lecture
Exam week, so a hundred is my favorite number
In the real world, there is no preparation
For broken dreams, there's no reconciliation
It's just investigation, of your imagination
Reality and fantasy, in dilapidation
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the heat
What you doing out on these streets?
Guaranteed you're gonna feel the beat
It's a shootaround in the states
Passing lit blunts, i appreciate
Every moment, it could be a new adventure
Grinding all day, til the sky turns magenta
Tryna blow up, as a rapper and producer
Mixing in the flowers, like lilac and fuchsia
It's gotta burn slow, it's gotta move fast
We got a troubled past, but we were built to last
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Jett
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