Questions Lyrics

What you been waiting on?

I've been hella busy, forgive me for taking long

Between the moves I made and the critics I've been taking on

Everyday's a struggle when you're always getting hated on I'm just trying to make enough money so I can waited on

Everybody act like they love me, they just play along

Trying to cater to my ego, I hope and pray I'm wrong

It makes no difference to me, either way I'm not staying long

I got money to make, and several places to go

I changed my ways, stopped chasing the hos

Spent more time writing lyrics and embracing my flow

The only amateur nigga you know that plays with the pros

Took a couple l's I never complained, I composed

A new approach and new gameplan I proposed

That would be the best for me in this lane that I chose

And asked myself these questions before I could blow

Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid

Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid

I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age

We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave

I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage

Do it every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed

When I hear competition, knock them off the stage

Grab the microphone, and let it out of the cage

And then I chill, do it for the ville, yet and still

You can't be afraid to die if you wanna kill

If you are, you can step to the side and let the real

Show you how it's done, watch me make a mill

And not spend a dime, prepare for my exit

As I corporately climb, I been on that next shit

While you bitched and you whined,

As I quietly cut through the grit and the grime nigga this my design

I was made for this, bred for this, bled for this

Through recklessness, and all types of extra shit

Making some of best the music you'll hear in your life

Fuck rapping about drugs, and guns, and other stereotypes

I got more to say, and a lot more to prove

No time to play, and no time to lose

So I do what's best for me in this lane that I chose

And answered these questions before I could blow

Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid

Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid

I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age

We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave

I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage

Every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed

When I hear competition, knock them off the stage

Grab the microphone, and let em out of the cage

What you been waiting on?

I've been hella busy, forgive me for taking long

Between the moves I made and the critics I've been taking on

Everyday's a struggle when you're always getting hated on I'm just trying to make enough money so I can waited on

Everybody act like they love me, they just play along

Trying to cater to my ego, I hope and pray I'm wrong

It makes no difference to me, either way I'm not staying long

I got money to make, and several places to go

I changed my ways, stopped chasing the hos

Spent more time writing lyrics and embracing my flow

The only amateur nigga you know that plays with the pros

Took a couple l's I never complained, I composed

A new approach and new gameplan I proposed

That would be the best for me in this lane that I chose

And asked myself these questions before I could blow

Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid

Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid

I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age

We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave

I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage

Do it every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed

When I hear competition, knock them off the stage

Grab the microphone, and let it out of the cage

And then I chill, do it for the ville, yet and still

You can't be afraid to die if you wanna kill

If you are, you can step to the side and let the real

Show you how it's done, watch me make a mill

And not spend a dime, prepare for my exit

As I corporately climb, I been on that next shit

While you bitched and you whined,

As I quietly cut through the grit and the grime nigga this my design

I was made for this, bred for this, bled for this

Through recklessness, and all types of extra shit

Making some of best the music you'll hear in your life

Fuck rapping about drugs, and guns, and other stereotypes

I got more to say, and a lot more to prove

No time to play, and no time to lose

So I do what's best for me in this lane that I chose

And answered these questions before I could blow

Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid

Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid

I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age

We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave

I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage

Every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed

When I hear competition, knock them off the stage

Grab the microphone, and let em out of the cage