What would you do

Wherever you at shoot for the starts Don't drown yourself in the bars Don't let anybody tell you how to act And f*ck the niggas trying to hold you back This is now f*ck the past Memories fade and pain lasts What would you do if you really could This your story so make it good What's it like when you know what to do Come with me and I'll walk you through If you gonna do it you gotta prove it If you gonna prove it you gotta do it Take away all self-doubt Tell everybody what the f*ck you're about Next best rapper gonna be you Not just a dream cause it's coming true From shady paths to rocky roads To being calm right before you explode Don't forget all the star gazing And the number one song that sounds amazing I'm the number one nigga up in this place With the number three finger up in your face Stepping into the spotlight And killing everything when I'm on the mic I already said this in the past But I'm not afraid to bust my ass I'm making a real run at ruling this rap And I'm on my third muthafucking lap If you can't do more be proud of one If you wanted a daughter still love your son Don't let anything change you And keep doing what you need to do I really don't have to stay on script But I manifested all this shit Everyday behind my eyes I slowly started to realize That I was the man and I was the one That all my destiny was coming from Like a fan spinning on the ceiling You might get a little dizzy feeling My song here is meant to inspire Help you focus on your desire Man or woman adult or child Being reserved or acting wild If you have fire in your chest Let it out or you'll never rest That's the advice to leave or take But take it now so you won't be late Wherever you at shoot for the starts Don't drown yourself in the bars Don't let anybody tell you how to act And f*ck the niggas trying to hold you back This is now f*ck the past Memories fade and pain lasts What would you do if you really could This your story so make it good Make it good is what I'm gonna do You fucking on me I'm fucking back on you All of the shit you believe Sounds like magic keep it up your sleeve First of all the muthafucker that died Was born from a virgin so how's he alive That don't make any sense at all But I'm always hearing that shit from ya'll Mare was twelve and Jo was fifty And you telling me he didn't mess with that kitty He was trying to make her his hen If not why he marry her then The bottom line is was accepted And the bible's true till I read it Full of shit and a lot of lies And alot of ya'll already realize But you scared to say it you scared to change All of the shit pumped in your brain Now you're thinking let's keep it going Pregnant at twelve raped or hoeing All of this shit allowed by your faith Is now protected by the eighth Amendment is something that we use To keep freedoms we don't want to lose Religion has a lot of versions I just can't believe in no pregnant virgin Now further in the story We got the fucking dumb category His mom's here but his dad's in the sky Let him be born just to die After he's dead he brings him back What the f*ck kinda logic is that So use the power just to flex Aight who we got coming back next F*ck you mean nobody else Shoulda kept that bullshit to yourself But at least we got these big ass churches And at least you gave me dope ass verses And we're supposed to follow a book Written by man, man play the hook Wherever you at shoot for the starts Don't drown yourself in the bars Don't let anybody tell you how to act And f*ck the niggas trying to hold you back This is now f*ck the past Memories fade and pain lasts What would you do if you really could This your story so make it good