What They About

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I been waiting a long time for this
Give it to 'em straight

Aw, just know that I was still broke when I wrote this shit
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen, maybe go audition and act a bit
Becoming a conscious rap activist with no fashion sense
Who tells you buying his album's the only way to attack the establishment
Or claiming thug life without any misdemeanors or past offenses
Just isn't me, I'm just like you, I guess I lack the image
Right? Just trying to make light of my darkest hour
Don't you ever get too hung up on all the talk around you
Just bow before me and bite bullet, if I'm aiming I'm pulling
I'm wondering whether you're entertained by bullshit or is it harder to wow ya
If it's the latter, who better fit for the challenge
Flow heavy enough to tip a scale or at least restore some balance in this game
But I'm afraid it takes a little more
Ah, fuck it just hit record 'cause I'm growing weary of wishing for it

Maybe I'm just overthinking things a lot
I don't hang with many people, I don't know what they about
Turned out most times they are not who they pretended
Hate to say it but this shit is never-ending, why you so surprised
Your new clique got an open mind, why
'Cause they don't know you like I know you like, time
But over time you gon' show another side
If they're anything like me they'll just take it all in stride, oh

This just might be the type of heat to ruin summers
Niggas love the easy route, some more effort might do 'em wonders
I just wanna be that next newcomer that's movin' numbers
But they tryna crop me out, all that hate is rooted in hunger
That's why I watch what I do and watch who I do it in front of
7 bill, how many real? I swear it's only a few among us
Cut me off and I'm road raging, you know the motivation
No patience for long hours on low wages
Dreaming of that oasis surrounded by bodacious bad hoes
Go places, see things, eat good off rap shows
Consider who put you on me somebody that you should keep 'round
I'm going Donald Sterling, way out of your league now
Secure the rebound, clinch the top seed then break a tree down
'Bout to sink the game winner off of these sweet sixteens
Fuck reaching heights just to get shook off hype and flee the scene
I gotta get it, once I got it I'mma keep shit mean, promise

Maybe I'm just overthinking things a lot
I don't hang with many people, I don't know what they about
Turned out most times they are not who they pretended
Hate to say it but this shit is never-ending, why you so surprised
Your new clique got an open mind, why
'Cause they don't know you like I know you like, time
But over time you gon' show another side
If they're anything like me they'll just take it all in stride, oh



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Writer(s): Weston Westbrooks
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