What It Was Lyrics

Lotta niggas stuck on what they thought it was

Complacent kinda a thoughts hit while I'm rolling up

I just left the city on my toes, how you holding up?

You ain't from New York then You ain't cold enough

Knocker it put fifty to ya chest, they say they saw the bluff

I feel like I'm blessed I prolly stole the touch

Mentally I'm there, I never left, you need a pole to buss

Race on to the top until they know it's us

I ain't like you weirdo mother fuckers I'm gon do my dance

Why you looking at me different idk that man

I prefer my chicken from the block and with a soda can

I don't ever wanna stop I wasn't born the man

I been having Visions full knots and different foreign lands

And me signing on a deal I want the whole advance

Now that got me married to the money yea we more then friends

Errybody buddy buddy I don't know that man

I don't know that man

Everybody buddy buddy I don't know that man

I was on a bike, bro had the Acura

Goals are getting close but I don't trap enough

I been rapping every day and I don't rap enough

Yea I hustle every morning I ain't stack enough

Shorty looking mighty fine I told her back it up

Wasting money and my time it give me agita

I'm just here to focus what's on mine they used to laugh at us

And that nine is kinda gay it bust a cap at us

And we here another day I told em clap it up

God just put me in the game I will not pass it up

I been running, running, running, wasn't fast enough

Had this feeling in my stomach I won't gas it up

Yea My homie said he good we'll I'm spectacular

Anything out in the hood they gon be trapping em

Ain't no engine in the hood it's in the back of 'em

Like that lil engine that could, they ain't no catching 'em

Overseas in the casino playing craps in em

I just ordered a branzino we got cash for them

I don't really ever party it's distracting 'em

I just push my mind and body to the maximum

A lot of shit you like I don't get satisfaction from

I get my shit right from the source and then I'm taxing 'em

Sometimes I feel like I'm a horse I'm running laps on 'em

Sometimes I put that thing in sport to hit the dash on 'em

Yea

I hit it easily

I get high like Cheech and Chong and then leaving b

Before I spoke up with this voice they ain't believe in me

I'm in this booth without a choice right where I need to be Yea

Right where I need to be

Heard they talkin on my name but with no Decency

Hope you know their ain't no shame on who you need to be

I am me, I can't complain, could lose it easily