[ Featuring Dumhi ]
I was a young bul in Philly
Pop a wheelie, fence hopping
Corner store, quarter hug drinking, thinking 'bout shopping
Downtown spend my lil papes on records and tapes
Respectin' the greats, reppin' on consecutive dates
Up late, never slumber find me in a grimy place
Make me wonder how I escaped the 90's unscathed
Tryna hook up in the club I was 'wookin pa nub'
Saw this sweet light skin shorty lookin' for thugs
I can't front I like when they bowleg and walk stanky
Walk fast, talk kinky, fat ass like Pinky
Yeah, fine as f*ck, cant front she was a hottie but
Dropped a couple seeds and them kids tore her body up
Her baby daddy ridin' dirty through the hood fam
Damaged women in they 30's cant find no good man
Terrence Wood damn you nice with the flow
How I been sleepin' on ya ass this long? I don't know
She said whatcha wanna be? I said alive
She said you gotta want more than that outta life
Girl I can't survive workin' no 9 to 5
See I just wanna make music and hold ya tight
She said sho ya right, and I feel ya fight
Boy you nice on the mic I can't deny
But will them skills pay the bills and keep on the lights
She said whatcha wanna be? I said alive
We on the love seat makin' love lookin' at Crooklyn
Watched that movie so much you think we grew up in Brooklyn
Nah, we just some 70's babies feelin' nostalgic
Relatin' to ghetto livin' where would I be without it
Probably somewhere crowded, getting a lap dance from y'all
With hood tats, she got baby names and panther paws
Seen it all see I don't know what all the hype for
This is for my niggas, but most your fans is white buls
Learn your demographic, then play to your strengths
Learn about this rap shit, then play Cuban Linx
Calm ya ass down that shit you spit is too intense
It's fun to watch but lyrically it don't make no sense
Told my girl trust me I ain't out there flirtin'
Just be a little patient we gonna be aiight for certain
I'm tryna get us to a spot where we ain't even hurtin'
So when we home sleepin' my music is still out there workin'
She said whatcha wanna be? I said alive
She said you gotta want more than that outta life
Girl I can't survive workin' no 9 to 5
See I just wanna make music and hold ya tight
She said sho ya right, and I feel ya fight
Boy you nice on the mic I can't deny
But will them skills pay the bills and keep on the lights
She said whatcha wanna be? I said alive
I think I'm fly yeah, telling girls my eyes are up here
You been a mixtape rapper for the last 5 years
Ain't making no progression at making this your profession
I tried to give advice, but you ain't taking no suggestions
You heard and doubt the power of word of mouth
People in these streets spread me out west and further south so
Keep that in mind when you tryna get this money
If it's live they tell 5, if it's wack, they tell 20
Believe that, and I don't need no bad market feedback
Them Parkas that they got up Neiman Marcus yeah I need that
That's why over boom bap, I spit poison sumac
Aggressive reaction same way the boys in blue act
You just a bunch of rats tryna avoid the glue trap
We was hip hoppers then but they ain't even call it that
Rick Ross naw, Slick Rick Doug E. beat box
This real dope shit ain't gonna show up with no cheek swab
She said whatcha wanna be? I said alive
She said you gotta want more than that outta life
Girl I can't survive workin' no 9 to 5
See I just wanna make music and hold ya tight
She said sho ya right, and I feel ya fight
Boy you nice on the mic I can't deny
But will them skills pay the bills and keep on the lights
She said whatcha wanna be? I said alive
