20Whateva Lyrics

Break

You ain't no friend to me

Negative energy

Really looking like a enemy (Yeah)

Want to see end of me

You won't get anything

Future unlimited, Get at me (Yeah)

How can I miss

I been a king

Set backs, they don't mean shit to me, nah

Necks breaking

Women scream when I hit the scene

Buzzing up the industry

(Yeah)

One time for the real homies

Deuce thrown to the fake ones

On my day ones

I can say something

Have the place go dumb

Make your face go numb

All I see is um

RIP to N-I-P

I hope I'm not the next to leave before my T

I-M-E, I'll try to be

The light, The beacon for my people

Never had a equal

Oh my

Oh my

Where am I

Lost mind

East side east side

One time, one time

Twenty whatever my year

I'm living a better life here

I'm winning, ahead

I'm light-years

Being good guy ain't easy

But I do overcome please believe me

I got fam trying to wait for us to make it

But it really take more than custom bracelets

Paintings, mixtapes

Anything to entertain

Future been arranged for more money to generate

Dinner at eight

Competition the main dish

Gotta empty the plate

Gotta finish your favorite

Meant to be great, whole family prayed it

I'm releasing a tape that's one for the ages

(Woah)

Shush

Quiet, move in silence

Low low-key, defining

I'm own beeswax minding

Defying gravity, he getting higher, he flying

Actually I'm getting lighter

I'm moon walking over who's talking, who be lying

A king writing in the times of despair

A fairy when it come to magical rhyming

Back in lead ain't no more following

I don't need no follower telling me that I got it

I been had it

Like a young Serena with tennis racket

Been a master now look at the quality

I done been to Paris, London, Germany in search of me

But it recently occurred to me

That I'm probably not an earthling

Emergency, the alien's here and he murdering

All black fit like he batman

It's too lit to be a BLACKMAN

Dangerous, it's dangerous

I see the world we in, it ain't for us

Girl ready, came to fuck

I ain't in the mood

Fame ain't changing us

I came for music

Angels must have an eye on me

Ain't a fuck nigga that I don't peep

You want a fact real fast, rap's a habit

Bad to have it in school if you had to ask me

Cause I know your ass curious

Like you sitting on a question mark

Respect the artist, cause he's furious

Yes the Bond's are sick and ain't no curing us

Every year we up

Hear me out

The lyrical child has risen

These writtens shall put me in the clouds

Oh my, oh my

Where am I

Lost mind

East side east side

One time, one time

Oh my, oh, oh

East side

One time