Whatever it takes, to find a way, to find a way, to find a way
I'ma do whatever it takes, to find a way, to find a way, to find a way
I'ma do, Whatever it takes to find a way, to find a way, to find a way
Whatever it takes to find a way, to find a way,to find a way

Alright I'm dealin' with some [bad word] homie, it's in the back of my head
An' it's some [bad word] homie, but I just rap it instead.
See I got wolverine bones in me
But the whole World's throwin' stones at me
Like they all gotta bone wit' me.
Got a child's mother, an' I hate her to death
But that's my child's mother, so that's my mate to the death.
It's wild how I love her, for puttin' lil' me here
And me and her could beef forever, she gon still be there.
Then there's some other niggas, I judged their character wrong 
But they some other niggas, now let's get back to the song.
I got a [bad word] problem, that I ain't tendin' to 
Because I got enough problems
An' my solution is to stuff problems.
But if suttin' goes wrong with that
Then it's back to PCP, an' so long with rap
See I'm depressed lately, but nobody understands
That I'm depressed lately, I'm sorta feelin' repressed lately.
But y'all been hearin' an' seein' me less lately 
Like, has anyone noticed the regress lately ?
Look deep [bad word]  don't I seem stressed lately?
Seemed disturbed, lotta' regrets lately?
Got [bad word] - that I'm signed to
But they ain't in [bad word]  when all I need is [bad word] 
When I start feelin' like everybody's done wit' me
I'm try'na see what everybody want wit' me.
Then the mistress - yeah, the girl from Ten Minutes it's her;
Now I'm needin' ten minutes from her.
I can't get into it, but I want'chawl ta' know
That I'll get into it, but I'll save that for The Growth.
Then, their's rap beef, but I'm so secure wit' me 
It's only rap beef, I don't need sec-ur-ity!
Wanna get at me, wanna go to war wit' me
Thats just one phonecall for me.
Check the [bad word] - I got a whole hood, that don't appreciate this
But it's not the whole hood that depreciates me 
What'chu you gun' tell me, when it's the streets that made me?
An' I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me
An' then, there's rap critics, they say all I make is "dance music"
But to almost anything you could dance, stupid!
They ain't like the single, so they ain't cop the album
Wouldn't give a chance to it, not a second glance to it.
They say, "he wines too much, he's too bitter"
They call it, [bad word] ", I call it, "explainin'"
How normal niggas could get caught-up in the game an'..
Lose they mind, an' y'all call it, "entertainment".
Some [bad word] wit' me, but dude's been knew 'dat 
But I'm gamblin' a lot, an' I ain't use to do that.
Then this rap ain't payin' the bills, it's mo' money, mo' problems 
Or it's no money, mo' problems.
All enormous when you play at these stakes
That's how it feels to have a warrant on a famous face. 
Then,o the album's pushed-back;
'Cause they say, "he needs a single at the moment"
But what "he" NEED is a single moment!
Then I'm involved in the he say, "she say"
That's on my mind on replay, each day.
Then, it's the [bad word] that she say, "he's [bad word] 
'Cause she wouldn't like to think that he ain't like her.
Jus' 'cause she was throwin' it at me, an' I ain't touch 'er
She'll say anything aside from, I ain't wanna [bad word] 'er 
Naw... I don't feel good, so I don't wanna go to a club 
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