"Whatchu Gon Do" lyrics
You don't want my life, you don't know what I go through
You ain't sell that white, this bigger than protools
I was stuck in a vice, fast food never cooked food
I ain't had no home, and nobody to run to
I don't rap 'bout clubs, 'cuz I don't go out much
But I rap 'bout drugs, 'cuz I sold that stuff
I used to keep the medicine bottle filled to the top
I used to keep the thirty-round clip attached to the Glock
And man this shit don't stop (fuck), they just killed my bruh (duh)
Should I pick up my chop'? Or should I just go harder?
Should I get me a job? Or should I just pimp harder?
And will that shit backfire if I ever have a daughter?
And I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Either sell that dope, or either send that hoe
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Credit card scam, I run up in dat store
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
It's five in the mornin', I'm up, can't sleep (yeah)
If I don't get this money then my son won't eat (oh yeah)
I didn't finish school, I'm back in these streets (oh yeah)
These niggas ain't cool, so I pack the heat
These police niggas try to assassinate me
I don't talk on the phone, where you at, we can meet (we can meet aye)
Everything ain't what it seem, everybody can't stomach everything
There's game [?]
I came from old school scrapers, to bimmer coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me, everybody gon' shoot
Ask about me, everybody gon' salute
You're the type of nigga ridin' around with guns but never shoot
Let me find out, nigga you been lyin' in your songs
You ain't really in these streets, you're just on the radio
Keep it real wit' yourself and you'll probably last longer
Nigga fuck the rap game
And I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Either sell that dope, or either send that hoe
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Credit card scam, I run up in dat store
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
You ain't sell that white, this bigger than protools
I was stuck in a vice, fast food never cooked food
I ain't had no home, and nobody to run to
I don't rap 'bout clubs, 'cuz I don't go out much
But I rap 'bout drugs, 'cuz I sold that stuff
I used to keep the medicine bottle filled to the top
I used to keep the thirty-round clip attached to the Glock
And man this shit don't stop (fuck), they just killed my bruh (duh)
Should I pick up my chop'? Or should I just go harder?
Should I get me a job? Or should I just pimp harder?
And will that shit backfire if I ever have a daughter?
And I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Either sell that dope, or either send that hoe
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Credit card scam, I run up in dat store
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
It's five in the mornin', I'm up, can't sleep (yeah)
If I don't get this money then my son won't eat (oh yeah)
I didn't finish school, I'm back in these streets (oh yeah)
These niggas ain't cool, so I pack the heat
These police niggas try to assassinate me
I don't talk on the phone, where you at, we can meet (we can meet aye)
Everything ain't what it seem, everybody can't stomach everything
There's game [?]
I came from old school scrapers, to bimmer coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me, everybody gon' shoot
Ask about me, everybody gon' salute
You're the type of nigga ridin' around with guns but never shoot
Let me find out, nigga you been lyin' in your songs
You ain't really in these streets, you're just on the radio
Keep it real wit' yourself and you'll probably last longer
Nigga fuck the rap game
And I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Either sell that dope, or either send that hoe
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
I've been in this game so long, it's all I know
Credit card scam, I run up in dat store
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
But whatchu gon' do, when the times gets slow? (I must go hard)
