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letra de whatever it is - lil poppa

[chorus]
too rich to be dying, and i know they tryin’, my life on the line, i’m thuggin’
she tell me she mine, i know she ain’t mine, that lil’ b-tch be lying for nothin’
got blood on my diamonds, mud on my money, i guess i’m dying for somethin’ (dying for somethin’)
yeah, they hate on me like i ain’t grind for them hundreds (grind for them hundreds)
they act like i don’t deserve to go shine on ’em, mama
but whatever it is, i ran it up, i ain’t stressin’ again (i ain’t stessin’ again)
they play with us, put a check on they head (put a check on thеy head)
spoke on the dеad, now they resting again (now they resting again)
asking god to send me a blessing again (blessing again)
watching my enemies while protecting my friends (protecting my friends)
watching my memories made me a man (made me a man)
having talks with the inner me made me a fan (made me a fan)
[verse 1]
i had to run up them bands (bands)
couldn’t do what i want, had to do what i can (i can)
okay, i’m too high to complain, i’m fly as a plane, l’ii call you as soon as i land (soon as i land)
been rocking designer things and diamond chains, i take it off, i’m still a man (a man)
and still can’t hide the pain, quit buying them things, you better go get you some land (some land)
i think what i’m trying to say, had to find a way to make ’em all get what i’m sayin’ (what i’m sayin’)
girl, you looking fine today, gotta find a way, but somehow you can make your man, i’m sayin’
wish i told corbin stop taking them xans (them, xans)
wish i told my n-gga that they wasn’t his friends (wasn’t his friends)
but i know my n-gga see me shinin’ for him (shin’ for him)
i’ll never let go, my n-gga, gotta hold on (gotta hold on)
big time like i’m manny and baby, go get your roll on (get your roll on)
and when you pop your sh-t, keep your pole on (pole on)
ayy, free my n-ggas, i ain’t see them boys in so long (in so long)
head held high, i know them n-ggas so strong (them n-ggas so strong)
police trying to take y’all all away from me, they so wrong (yeah, they so wrong)
they talk on them jail phones (talk on them jail phones)
say, any lil’ thing, they call you a gang, this sh-t getting lame (this sh-t getting lame)

[chorus]
too rich to be dying, and i know they tryin’, my life on the line, i’m thuggin’
she tell me she mine, i know she ain’t mine, that lil’ b-tch be lying for nothin’
got blood on my diamonds, mud on my money, i guess i’m dying for somethin’ (dying for somethin’)
yeah, they hate on me like i ain’t grind for them hundreds (grind for them hundreds)
they act like i don’t deserve to go shine on ’em, mama
but whatever it is, i ran it up, i ain’t stressin’ again (i ain’t stessin’ again)
they play with us, put a check on they head (put a check on they head)
spoke on the dead, now they resting again (now they resting again)
asking god to send me a blessing again (blessing again)
watching my enemies while protecting my friends (protecting my friends)
watching my memories made me a man (made me a man)
having talks with the inner me made me a fan (made me a fan)
[verse 2]
ayy, i got some n-ggas that’s still in can (still in the can)
i know some n-ggas that’s grinding, still putting in work, they be moving that sh-t hand to hand (moving that sh-t hand to hand)
i know some n-ggas that’s sliding and waiting on alerts when it’s time to go get a your man’s (when it’s time to go get a your man’s)
b-tch, don’t be doin’ all that crying, it wasn’t the worse, it wasn’t nothin’ but f-cking your friend (it wasn’t nothin’ but f-cking your friend)
i just left church, now i’m thuggin’ again (thuggin’ again)
don’t know what it is like, i’m loving to sin (like i’m loving to sin)
say, she wanna f-ck me and all my dawgs, got her repping the brand (her repping the brand)
she a wild child fan (she a wild child fan)
she ain’t get in this van for pics (vans for pics)
when you get to that money you lit (to that money you lit)
i ain’t doing too much, i ain’t got to the “know i’m the sh-t”
they know when i’m p-ssed, they know how i get (they know how i get)

[chorus]
too rich to be dying, and i know they tryin’, my life on the line, i’m thuggin’ (i’m thuggin’)
she tell me she mine, i know she ain’t mine, that lil’ b-tch be lying for nothin’ (she lying for nothin’)
got blood on my diamonds, mud on my money, i guess i’m dying for somethin’ (dying for somethin’)
yeah, they hate on me like i ain’t grind for them hundreds (grind for them hundreds)
they act like i don’t deserve to go shine on ’em, mama
but whatever it is, i ran it up, i ain’t stressin’ again (i ain’t stessin’ again)
they play with us, put a check on they head (put a check on they head)
spoke on the dead, now they resting again (now they resting again)
asking god to send me a blessing again (blessing again)
watching my enemies while protecting my friends (protecting my friends)
watching my memories made me a man (made me a man)
having talks with the inner me made me a fan (made me a fan)

- lil poppa

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