Whateva ft. Numbz Lyrics

Feelings…

Perspectives...

Interpretations...

Opinions…

That's all to be considered… of course

With a grain of salt... of course

But does it ever equal up to reality and real shit?

Of course not

Whateva

I'm tired of politics, and talks of economy

Most of that shit is fake as ideas of racial equality

Not saying it's never possible, but I'm thinkin logical

If we origanal, we superior by our qualities

Niggas see what the Bible see

My Genesis pre-existent, the bullets exit us

Once them niggas divide the fee

But trying me?

For them Numbers you can get left at sea

And word to surf, you know what my niggas gon do to hon[or me]?

See me and Numbz an anomaly

My catalog is triumphant, inspect the deck

You gon see that I bomb atomically

Nigga

I wish these people saw the art not the figures

But it figures, these people only care for money with Niggas

What's the difference between slavery and industry

It ain't a thing, we sell ourselves

And white men profit off of us endlessly

Uh

I could kill em with bars, I'd rather put more in art

Ya come short, complex like Napoleon Bonepart

They never smart

End up baked tryna get chicken, you will never get the riches of wishes, picking a bone Apart

I put in grind for the legacy I build ahead of me

Cuz you can die for ya man's dreams like Corretta King

You best believe

I speak the realest shit just in the form of bars

Noah's Ark

I seen the waves before it could ever start

That's why other the common troupes had never bothered me

The fucked up fads that were flaunted for fame, had fathered me

Fool fuck ya goat, I'm God in a human coffering

I'll grab em by the horns and hail a sacrificial offering

Bitch

I spent my time tryna dine on chicks, like a two-piece

While setting forest fires from penning lines on a loose leaf

Be cool b

Don't lemme pull this clip, ain't no movie, You'll be like a rotten tomato in the trunk of a Two seat

Out of ya whole group, you the only bitch, like The Fugees

I finger fuck her flowers with pistils, then plant a new seed

Uh

Rap gods, done met the underground fire lord

Triple 6 pen, split two people when fire storms

The Rings on my hands lights, I guess I'm Hal Jord

Green Lantern Corps, an arm lift to manifest the green

I'm Constantine- ain't magic when manifestin my destiny

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I have to remind not to write the same shit

Came from the pavement

But now I live gracefully

I take time, grind in this game- and do it patiently-

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I have to remind not to write the same shit

Came from the pavement

But now I live gracefully

I take time, grind in this game- and do it patiently

I take time, grind in this game- and do it patiently-