Hook: 2x



Tell me what you wanna do… its whatever!

You could go and get ya crew… its whatever!

Go ahead and make ya move … its whatever!

Anything that you can do I can do it better!!



Tell me where you wanna start homie its whatever/

Everything from the whips to the women and the cheddar/

You know I do it better, but you just keep denying it/

How? when I got ya own girl co-signing it/

right in between the lines all you gotta do is read it/

you better keep in mind that I never been defeated/

You talk so much shit that you starting to believe it/

Oh you wear ya heart on ya sleeve? then I’m a leave you sleeveless/

You could pray to jesus that alone will not help/

Ya broke ass got no cash, you low class, I got wealth/

Ya flows trash, I blow pass, They feel me, you not felt/

Yo just fail, I’m upscale, you bum juice, I’m top shelf/

You in the back of the line I’m front and center/

I own this shit you under a nigga you just a renter/

The trend setter you just a loser and I’m a winner/

Go getter, however you want it cuz its whatever/



Hook:



They smile when they around me when I’m gone it’s something different/

I aint worried about these haters tho, they gon’ have opinions/

And You aint gotta like me but you do gotta listen/

and we all playing the game but not everybody winning/

its time you pay attention ya probably gonna wanna/

cuz this summer ray’s heating up hotter then a sauna/

you could pick a genre/ I hit and split ya armor/

so the shit I spit they feeling it like a hit of ganja/

they say to watch for karma/

that she’s right around the corner/

but the day I get to meet this bitch you know I’m shitting on her/

so you gon’ be a gonner if you trying to see nirvana/

I’m a Cobain ya brain and probably leave’em on ya/

Now you could brush ya shoulders off/

I do this all with no remorse/

Guess when they said you lose ya head, that literally it’s coming off/

And this is all I know guess I’m stuck with this vendetta/

So go and make ya move cuz homie its whatever/



Hook:



I’m attracting all these haters what the hell they want from me/

I see now that they miserable they looking for some company/

They just want attention but they aint getting none from me/

They probably getting restless because I’m living comfortably/

I see the greed and envy, it’s like a feeding frenzy/

but the drive that is inside is like a Beamer, Benz, or Bentley/

but I aint needing any Gucci, Prada lu or Fendi/

just to prove that I’m the shit which is why they all resent me/

I guess I understand tho/

flows too much to handle/

And its Hard to see me like a nigga spit in camo/

I’m looking at the angles to take a new approach/

Im trying to find the quickest way to double what I gross/

I need to see results its time I bring the noise in/

I could cover everything homie pick ya poison/

Anything that you could do just know I do it better/

So you could name the time and place homie its whatever/