Whattup ft. Cloud9foreal Lyrics

Just blaze

What, what, what

I hustle hard, to this new cats I'm a danger

I garner their attention like a beep in their pager

I'm a rap star, wanna treat me like a stranger

Living in denial and their heart's filled with anger

I ain't ya favorite rapper, I'm your hoe's favorite

You think about it, but you don't got the guts to say it

I hop on the mic, the verse, I spray it

I ain't the type of brotha that you wanna play with

I'm out to bring the rap from the dead, it plateaued

Way 'fore, the game filled with fakes, what for

Like 'em fake chains you put on, I come for your throat

I probe, do you really wanna go toe to toe?

You should be focused on rapping, instead you focused on capping

Barking at the wrong tree you stray dogs be yapping

What the fuck is happening, each other flows they jacking

A ghost does their writing and these hoes do the chatting

You'll quit this shit? Never

Talk is cheap, whatever

Fuck these hating rats 'cause we out for the cheddar

Where my dawgs at? Whattup

Where my thugs at? Strapped up

We gon' ride or die cause we don't give a fuck

You'll quit this shit? Never

Talk is cheap, whatever

Fuck these hating rats 'cause we out for the cheddar

Where my dawgs at? Whattup

Where my thugs at? Strapped up

We gon' ride or die cause we don't give a fuck

I'm hearin' these fools talkin' bout warning me not to rap gangsta

I been born in this war and nobody ever asked

My opinion never before my seed got planted

By the man I look up to hardcore, plus I'm Albanian

Then what did all 'em rap stars ever try for?

Shut doors means we write more, Glocks roll

Mean you struck gold, high call, live and die for

I want out but can't quit this game till my last chord

Am I awake in the daylight when I'm up or

I'm living at night in a dream-world while my mind's blown?

I fight back hard, deny every crime I'm trialed for

I'm in psych mode, you like jokes? Snakes fuck y'all

They smile in your face, pray hard for your downfall

So, gangsta rap is dead? How the fuck's that my fault?

Should have popped y'all 'fore you popped outta your pop's balls

This is my world, rent's due by next month yo, Fuck all yo

You'll quit this shit? Never

Talk is cheap, whatever

Fuck these hating rats 'cause we out for the cheddar

Where my dawgs at? Whattup

Where my thugs at? Strapped up

We gon' ride or die cause we don't give a fuck

You'll quit this shit? Never

Talk is cheap, whatever

Fuck these hating rats 'cause we out for the cheddar

Where my dawgs at? Whattup

Where my thugs at? Strapped up

We gon' ride or die cause we don't give a fuck

I ain't got nothing to hold, there is a story not told

A bitch acting to bold and all 'em lies that he sold

Swearing he be the one, but he foldin' like clothes

Acting all rough when he powders his nose

Telling your bitch you been in 'em brawls, you seen it before

Shit talk, one hand on them balls while standing in waltz

Act hard, send in your men to watching 'em all fall

Black out, scared in your soul, that's why I ain't fucking wit y'all

Split you like Berlin in this hoe, can't climb on this walls

You out here seeking the fame, you can't stand on this hall

Can't make a step forward, you can try but you'll stall

Murder she wrote, whack like the rhymes that you stole

You're lyrically gold, you're dope, they be callin' you G.O.A.T

Fuck your ghost writer and the stupid shit that he wrote

Run your mouth for them shows, no dawgs, rollin' with hoes

Get choked by a mic in your throat - punk you're broke, you're a fucking joke

You'll quit this shit? Never

Talk is cheap, whatever

Fuck these hating rats 'cause we out for the cheddar

Where my dawgs at? Whattup

Where my thugs at? Strapped up

We gon' ride or die cause we don't give a fuck

You'll quit this shit? Never

Talk is cheap, whatever

Fuck these hating rats 'cause we out for the cheddar

Where my dawgs at? Whattup

Where my thugs at? Strapped up

We gon' ride or die cause we don't give a fuck