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Whatever You Think
by 64bithustla
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I be in my head but it give me a different type of motivation
How I hustle through the fake shit I stay faded
Gotta grind through the matrix
Pay check to pay check I'm tryna stack it up and find a way quick
Ain't no one that can replace him, I'm still on the pavement
My hearts been broken torn and played with
So how you expect me to be in favor of your bullshit
I get that text, you played yourself and I'm fooling
Damn, uhh, you know the rest right
Every time I leave the crib you know I dress right
I could turn a microphone into a meth pipe
Cause my shits dope it's getting smoked to the head right
Uhh, how you feel for the night
What's on yo' mind we can fight if you want to
Listen, you can call me Woe if you want to
But I know that we gon' fuck every time that you come through
With your heels in your hands, while you stand at the door
I know you want more cause with me you ain't bored
Lately I'm at war, coming home sore
Still tryna set the score, you ain't get it though
Yeah this is real life, yeah this is my life
Yeah this is my mic, Imma spit what I want
I been thinking bout my brudda, I was with him that night
I won't ever be the same cause he ain't make it home
You can see the pain in my step when I walk
You can hear the pain in my voice when I talk
But don't get it twisted cause I am still me
Whatever you think, I don't really give a fuck
I was down bad tryna count on my team
I can count on one hand who was really pulling up
I was down bad tryna count on my team
I can count on one hand who was really pulling up
I be in my head but it give me a different type of motivation
How I hustle through the fake shit I stay faded
Gotta grind through the matrix
Pay check to pay check I'm tryna stack it up and find a way quick
Ain't no one that can replace him, I'm still on the pavement
My hearts been broken torn and played with
So how you expect me to be in favor of your bullshit
I get that text, you played yourself and I'm fooling
Damn, uhh, you know the rest right
Every time I leave the crib you know I dress right
I could turn a microphone into a meth pipe
Cause my shits dope it's getting smoked to the head right
Uhh, how you feel for the night
What's on yo' mind we can fight if you want to
Listen, you can call me Woe if you want to
But I know that we gon' fuck every time that you come through
With your heels in your hands, while you stand at the door
I know you want more cause with me you ain't bored
Lately I'm at war, coming home sore
Still tryna set the score, you ain't get it though
Yeah this is real life, yeah this is my life
Yeah this is my mic, Imma spit what I want
I been thinking bout my brudda, I was with him that night
I won't ever be the same cause he ain't make it home
You can see the pain in my step when I walk
You can hear the pain in my voice when I talk
But don't get it twisted cause I am still me
Whatever you think, I don't really give a fuck
I was down bad tryna count on my team
I can count on one hand who was really pulling up
I was down bad tryna count on my team
I can count on one hand who was really pulling up
