Whatchu Know
Frustrated and underrated
There ain't no debating
The music I'm making is far from moderation
I'm agitated creating amazing sensations
The permeation of my domination through subtle persuasion
Indicating that I'm make it if my calculations
Caught the proper implications
Either way I'm integrating
My circling speculation
I can't explain it, I've been alienated
Articulating my debilitating heart
Emancipating exhilaration from the devastation caused
The operation may or may not have isolated the problem
It's intoxicating waiting for the results
So I'm concentrating on making a better choice
Communicating the translation of my blatant voice
You can save it if you're going to say it's noise
The reverberation is pulsating throughout this joint
Like I'm playing with pain as a game and enjoyed it
You recoil, but the terminal is spoiled so it's pointless
Whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu, whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
I had to get out this box
Find a way to pick me a lock
Then gave it all that I got
To put my life back on shocks
Steadily racing the clock
Just to accomplish a lot
I had to twist up the plot
To stay the fuck from the cops
And get my fam off the block
I'm trying to buy us the lot
And get my son hella stock
And my habiti your knot
I lost some respect for my pops
I think my mama and aunt
Shit, if I know it or not
Shit, they done been through a lot
But I ain't tripping
I'm just sticking to the pimping
Mind on goals like a mother fucking Olympian
Battery on my back like it's mother fucking lithium
And yeah, you say he hot, but ain't no mother fucker listening
Same old shit, they ain't mother fucking getting it
Student of the game, I make magic on some wizard shit
I just use the pen, I don't play no fucking instruments
I can't kick it with you, unless you pay me for the incident
Whatchu know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu, whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me? (About me, huh?)
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
(Whatchu' know?)
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
(About me, huh?)
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
(Whatchu' know?)
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
(About me, huh?)
There ain't no debating
The music I'm making is far from moderation
I'm agitated creating amazing sensations
The permeation of my domination through subtle persuasion
Indicating that I'm make it if my calculations
Caught the proper implications
Either way I'm integrating
My circling speculation
I can't explain it, I've been alienated
Articulating my debilitating heart
Emancipating exhilaration from the devastation caused
The operation may or may not have isolated the problem
It's intoxicating waiting for the results
So I'm concentrating on making a better choice
Communicating the translation of my blatant voice
You can save it if you're going to say it's noise
The reverberation is pulsating throughout this joint
Like I'm playing with pain as a game and enjoyed it
You recoil, but the terminal is spoiled so it's pointless
Whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu, whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
I had to get out this box
Find a way to pick me a lock
Then gave it all that I got
To put my life back on shocks
Steadily racing the clock
Just to accomplish a lot
I had to twist up the plot
To stay the fuck from the cops
And get my fam off the block
I'm trying to buy us the lot
And get my son hella stock
And my habiti your knot
I lost some respect for my pops
I think my mama and aunt
Shit, if I know it or not
Shit, they done been through a lot
But I ain't tripping
I'm just sticking to the pimping
Mind on goals like a mother fucking Olympian
Battery on my back like it's mother fucking lithium
And yeah, you say he hot, but ain't no mother fucker listening
Same old shit, they ain't mother fucking getting it
Student of the game, I make magic on some wizard shit
I just use the pen, I don't play no fucking instruments
I can't kick it with you, unless you pay me for the incident
Whatchu know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu, whatchu' know about me?
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me? (About me, huh?)
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
(Whatchu' know?)
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
(About me, huh?)
Whatchu', whatchu', whatchu' know?
(Whatchu' know?)
Whatchu', whatchu' know about me?
(About me, huh?)
Credits
Writer(s): Martaveius Taylor
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