WHATEVER IT IS

Too rich to be dying, and I know they're tryin'
My life on the line, I'm thuggin'
She tell me she mine, I know she ain't mine
That lil' bitch be lying for nothin'
Got blood on my diamonds, mud on my money
I guess I'm dying for somethin' (dying for somethin')
Yeah, they hate on me like I ain't grind for them hundreds (grind for them hundreds)
They act like I don't deserve to go shine on 'em, mama

But whatever it is, I ran it up, I ain't stressing again (I ain't stressing again)
They play with us, put a check on they head (put a check on they head)
Spoke on the dead, now they're resting again (now they're resting again)
Asking God to send me a blessing again (blessing again)
Watching my enemies while protecting my friends (protecting my friends)
Watching my memories made me a man (made me a man)
Having talks with the inner me made me a fan (made me a fan)

I had to run up them bands (bands)
Couldn't do what I want, had to do what I can (I can)
Okay, I'm too high to complain, I'm fly as a plane
I'II call you as soon as I land (soon as I land)

Been rocking designer things and diamond chains
I take it off, I'm still a man (a man)
And still can't hide the pain, quit buying them things
You better go get you some land (some land)

I think what I'm trying to say, had to find a way
To make 'em all get what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Girl, you looking fine today, gotta find a way
But somehow you can make your man, I'm sayin'

Wish I told Corbin stop taking them Xans (them, Xans)
Wish I told my nigga that they wasn't his friends (wasn't his friends)
But I know my nigga see me shining for him (shining for him)
I'll never let go, my nigga, gotta hold on (gotta hold on)

Big time like I'm Manny and Baby, go get your roll on (get your roll on)
And when you pop your shit, keep your pole on (pole on)
Ay, free my niggas, I ain't see them boys in so long (In so long)
Head held high, I know them niggas so strong (them niggas so strong)

Police trying to take y'all away from me
They so wrong (yeah, they so wrong)
They talk on them jail phones (talk on them jail phones)
Say, any lil' thing, they call you a gang
This shit getting lame (this shit getting lame)

Too rich to be dying, and I know they're tryin'
My life on the line, I'm thuggin'
She tell me she mine, I know she ain't mine
That lil' bitch be lying for nothin'
Got blood on my diamonds, mud on my money
I guess I'm dying for somethin' (dying for somethin')
Yeah, they hate on me like I ain't grind for them hundreds (grind for them hundreds)
They act like I don't deserve to go shine on 'em, mama

But whatever it is, I ran it up, I ain't stressing again (I ain't stressing again)
They play with us, put a check on they head (put a check on they head)
Spoke on the dead, now they're resting again (now they're resting again)
Asking God to send me a blessing again (blessing again)
Watching my enemies while protecting my friends (protecting my friends)
Watching my memories made me a man (made me a man)
Having talks with the inner me made me a fan (made me a fan)

Ay, I got some niggas that's still in can (still in the can)
I know some niggas that's grinding, still putting in work
They be moving that shit hand-to-hand (moving that shit hand to hand)
I know some niggas that's sliding and waiting on alerts
When it's time to go get a your man's (when it's time to go get a your man's)

Bitch, don't be doin' all that crying, it wasn't the worse
It wasn't nothin' but fucking your friend (it wasn't nothin' but fucking your friend)
I just left church, now I'm thuggin' again (thuggin' again)
Don't know what it is like, I'm loving to sin (like I'm loving to sin)

Say, she wanna fuck me and all my dawgs
Got her repping the brand (her repping the brand)
She a Wild Child fan (she a Wild Child fan)
She ain't get in this van for pics (van for pics)
When you get to that money, you lit (to that money you lit)
I ain't doing too much, I ain't got to the "Know I'm the shit"
They know when I'm pissed, they know how I get (they know how I get)

Too rich to be dying, and I know they tryin'
My life on the line, I'm thuggin'
She tell me she mine, I know she ain't mine
That lil' bitch be lying for nothin'
Got blood on my diamonds, mud on my money
I guess I'm dying for somethin' (dying for somethin')
Yeah, they hate on me like I ain't grind for them hundreds (grind for them hundreds)
They act like I don't deserve to go shine on 'em, mama

But whatever it is, I ran it up, I ain't stressing again (I ain't stressing again)
They play with us, put a check on they head (put a check on they head)
Spoke on the dead, now they're resting again (now they're resting again)
Asking God to send me a blessing again (blessing again)
Watching my enemies while protecting my friends (protecting my friends)
Watching my memories made me a man (made me a man)
Having talks with the inner me made me a fan (made me a fan)



Credits
Writer(s): Janarious Mykel Wheeler, Adrian Jimenez, Aleksey Sillin, William Dawodu
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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