WHATEVER IT IS

Too rich to be dying

And I know they trying, 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 nothing

Got blood on my diamonds

Mud on my money, I guess I'm dying for something

Yeah they hate on me like I ain't grind for them hundreds

They act like I don't deserve to go shine on em, momma

But whatever it is

I ran it up, I ain't stressing again

They play with us put a check on they head

Spoke on the dead now they resting again

Asking God to send me a blessing again

Watching my enemies while protecting my friends

Watching my memories made me a man

Having talks with the inner me made me a fan

I had to run up them bands

Couldn't do what I want, had to do what I can

Ok I'm too high to complain

I'm fly as a plane I'll call you as soon as I land

Been rocking designer things and diamond chains

I take it off, I'm still a man

And still can't hide the pain, quit buying them things

You better go get you some land

I think what I'm trying to say, had to find a way to make 'em all get what I'm saying

Girl, you looking find today, gotta find a way, then somehow you can make me your man

I'm saying

Wish I told Corbin stop taking them xans

Wish I told my **** that they wasn't his friends

But I know my **** see me shining for him

I'll never let go my ****, gotta hold on

Big time like I'm Manny and Baby go get your roll on

And when you pop your shit keep your pole on

Aye free my ****, I ain't see them boys in so long

Head held high I know them **** so strong

Police trying to take y'all all away from me, they so wrong

Can't talk on them jail phones

Say any lil' thing they call you a gang this shit getting lame

Too rich to be dying

And I know they trying, 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 nothing

Got blood on my diamonds

Mud on my money, I guess I'm dying for something

Yeah they hate on me like I ain't grind for them hundreds

They act like I don't deserve to go shine on em, momma

But whatever it is

I ran it up, I ain't stressing again

They play with us put a check on they head

Spoke on the dead now they resting again

Asking God to send me a blessing again

Watching my enemies while protecting my friends

Watching my memories made me a man

Having talks with the inner me made me a fan

I got some **** that's still in can

I know some **** that's grinding

Still putting in work, they be moving that shit hand to hand

I know some **** that's sliding and waiting on alerts

When it's time to go get at your man's

Bitch, don't be doing all that crying

It wasn't the worse, it wasn't nothing but fucking your friend

I just left church now I'm thuggin' again

Don't know what it is like I'm loving to sin

Say she wanna fuck me and all my dawgs gotta repping the brand

She a Wildchild fan

She ain't get in this van for pics

When you get 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

Too rich to be dying

And I know they trying, 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 nothing

Got blood on my diamonds

Mud on my money, I guess I'm dying for something

Yeah they hate on me like I ain't grind for them hundreds

They act like I don't deserve to go shine on em, momma

But whatever it is

I ran it up, I ain't stressing again

They play with us put a check on they head

Spoke on the dead now they resting again

Asking God to send me a blessing again

Watching my enemies while protecting my friends

Watching my memories made me a man

Having talks with the inner me made me a fan