Blac youngsta - So what

(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)

If I run in, I know what's in the safe
Hundred grand what my secretary make
I'm a boss, I ain't never playin' a slave
You ain't street if you ain't never ran away
Leave everything, 'cept the bar
Sucker, you a dead man if your child tooken
Coulda smacked him, but I let the guys whoop 'em
I'm in a trap house with the pie's cookin'
When I ride, I don't need to try sucker
Choppa leave you lickin' like a cow drippin'
Million dollars a year, how my style lookin'?
It don't even concern you how my house lookin'
Talkin' on the phone, get my pal tooken
Lamborghini truck had 'em all lookin'
I've been savin' money for Kilo'
Since he was locked up, imagine how the pal lookin' (gang)

I got an attitude problem, so what? (So what?)
I pour it down, throw it up, so what? (So what?)
I'm goin' to the top floor, so what? (So what?)
You gotta die one day, so what?
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I got ice on me, so what? (So what?)
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I keep a knife on me, cold cut


I got an attitude problem, so what? (So what?)
I pour it down, throw it up, so what? (So what?)
I'm goin' to the top floor, so what? (So what?)
You gotta die one day, so what?
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I got ice on me, so what? (So what?)
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I keep a knife on me, cold cut

You from the hood, you got to pack a pistol
They love the bad shit but hate the good stuff
Wannna be like me? You got to check my footsteps
Momma, I'll preach
I appreciate all the little stuff you did for me (yeah)
Keep it greatful, you know I'm here for you
I carry my hate, I carry my prayer for you (shit)
You my nigga, regardless
It don't matter if he ain't had arms out, stood for you
They talk bad about my brother behind his back
Ain't no matter 'cause I stood for ya (gang)
You know they don't fuck with me and my hood
Mad at me 'cause I ain't do it for ya
Seen 'em throw at the meet that I ain't good for ya (pussy)
If you want a beef, I'm in the sewer for ya
I go and put the hitters on tour for ya
Make 'em let them bricks, wood I ain't good for ya

I got an attitude problem, so what? (So what?)
I pour it down, throw it up, so what? (So what?)
I'm goin' to the top floor, so what? (So what?)
You gotta die one day, so what?
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I got ice on me, so what? (So what?)
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I keep a knife on me, cold cut

I got an attitude problem, so what? (So what?)
I pour it down, throw it up, so what? (So what?)
I'm goin' to the top floor, so what? (So what?)
You gotta die one day, so what?
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I got ice on me, so what? (So what?)
So what? (So what?) So what? (So what?)
I keep a knife on me, cold cut

Writers: Sammie Benson

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