What Would You Do (WWYD)
Our father in heaven
Keep the fakes and the snakes
Yeah send them the other way
I wasn't using my head
I was just living fast
Sometimes I still be asking
How I got into that
I really thought you was gang
You wasn't really that
I heard you tell 'em my name
You must be kin to rats
Ain't Have A dollar when i left
Now I touch plenty racks
How the fuck a nigga
Want me dead
Why he ain't did it yet
Quit conversating
To me
About opps
Don't want hear none of that
Tell me what would you do
To get some money yea
I wasn't using my head
I was just living fast
Sometimes I still be asking
How I got into that
I really thought you was gang
You wasn't really that
I heard you tell em my name
You must be kin to rats
Ain't Have A dollar when I left
Now I touch plenty racks
How the fuck a nigga
want me dead
Why he ain't did it yet
Quit conversating to me
About opps
Don't want hear none of that
Tell me what would you do
To get some money yea
What would you do
To get some money
What would you do
To get some money yea
What would you do
To get some money
I'm addicted to this fast life
I'm on go it ain't no pausing
How the fuck I spend
A whole year cleaning demons
Out my closet
Better live yo life today
Cause every other day
Ain't promised
Tell me why
Would I fuck with you
When You disloyal and dishonest
I Smoke way more than Thomas
Get more head than a bonnet
We can play it how you wanna
That Andre Drummond
Hold a hunnit
When they told me we lost Luck
Couldn't even put
Nun on my stomach
And i can bet a nigga my last
He ain't see them niggas coming
Damn I wish
You seen them niggas coming
Wish I could take it back
To them days
When it was me you and lil Tony
Sit and talk bout the old days
But we still
Ain't getting no younger
And I'll burn a nigga like sage
Play with my kids or my mama
They say I'm still stuck in my ways
Fuck with my friends
When I wanna
And don't be blind to no fake shit
Nah don't be no Stevie wonder
Is you gone starve or get paid
What would you do
For some money aye
I wasn't using my head
I was just living fast
Sometimes I still be asking
How I got into that
I really thought you was gang
You wasn't really that
I heard you tell 'em my name
You must be kin to rats yeah
What would you do
To get some money
What would you do
To get some money yeah
What would you do to get some money
Keep the fakes and the snakes
Yeah send them the other way
I wasn't using my head
I was just living fast
Sometimes I still be asking
How I got into that
I really thought you was gang
You wasn't really that
I heard you tell 'em my name
You must be kin to rats
Ain't Have A dollar when i left
Now I touch plenty racks
How the fuck a nigga
Want me dead
Why he ain't did it yet
Quit conversating
To me
About opps
Don't want hear none of that
Tell me what would you do
To get some money yea
I wasn't using my head
I was just living fast
Sometimes I still be asking
How I got into that
I really thought you was gang
You wasn't really that
I heard you tell em my name
You must be kin to rats
Ain't Have A dollar when I left
Now I touch plenty racks
How the fuck a nigga
want me dead
Why he ain't did it yet
Quit conversating to me
About opps
Don't want hear none of that
Tell me what would you do
To get some money yea
What would you do
To get some money
What would you do
To get some money yea
What would you do
To get some money
I'm addicted to this fast life
I'm on go it ain't no pausing
How the fuck I spend
A whole year cleaning demons
Out my closet
Better live yo life today
Cause every other day
Ain't promised
Tell me why
Would I fuck with you
When You disloyal and dishonest
I Smoke way more than Thomas
Get more head than a bonnet
We can play it how you wanna
That Andre Drummond
Hold a hunnit
When they told me we lost Luck
Couldn't even put
Nun on my stomach
And i can bet a nigga my last
He ain't see them niggas coming
Damn I wish
You seen them niggas coming
Wish I could take it back
To them days
When it was me you and lil Tony
Sit and talk bout the old days
But we still
Ain't getting no younger
And I'll burn a nigga like sage
Play with my kids or my mama
They say I'm still stuck in my ways
Fuck with my friends
When I wanna
And don't be blind to no fake shit
Nah don't be no Stevie wonder
Is you gone starve or get paid
What would you do
For some money aye
I wasn't using my head
I was just living fast
Sometimes I still be asking
How I got into that
I really thought you was gang
You wasn't really that
I heard you tell 'em my name
You must be kin to rats yeah
What would you do
To get some money
What would you do
To get some money yeah
What would you do to get some money
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