Lyrical Breakdown of Whatever Come With It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Future Hendrix, 30
Whatever come with it
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (big blrrrd)
When gangster shit pop out, most of you niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at?
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, 40 racks, a fitted hat
And we gon' come through first, me and my niggas don't do spinnin' back
Ain't no understandin', and all of them kills, they over-stood
Slide down, one deep, stand over him like a hoverboard (blrrrd)
These rappers be lame, and they ain't street, talkin' 'bout they close to hood
WO8, whacked on a rival, know we overdo it (it's murder)
Blrrrd (blrrrd), talkin' 'bout a no-show in the city (what?)
I'm tryna kill a nigga, so they gotta give me 50 (on God)
Just got off the phone with Shiest', he told me, "They tryna get me"
And the feds don't know nothin', he said, "Them folks handin' out digits"
Damn, them folks really tryna get me
I gotta move strategic, can't get knocked up off my pimpin'
Know until my heart stop, BIG30 gon' handle business
Put this shit up on my back, takin' whatever that come with it
That gangster shit pop off, don't get into that
We not the ones runnin' to the internet
Whatever come with it, whatever come with it
You ain't sellin' dope or slimin' shit out, you ain't my twin
Hate it gotta be like this, that's just how I see it
Came up real treacherous, heart on freeze
Run off with my liberty, rollin' with my demons
Seen a lot of hurt, get high and pray to the dead
Richer than Mustafa, but I made it out the jungle (yeah)
Go against, it get you lined up, in the gutter in designer
For my brothers, I'll take a gamble, put your friends out on camera
Tote a fully auto, everywhere I'm drippin' up the park
Had exotic bitches by the dozen, can't never miss a loss
She don't talk more than two languages, she not the one
Real diamonds on me, you can see it hittin' from afar
I was street, wrappin' up bales, now I rap, sellin' out the shows (shows)
It's hard to relate to niggas who never killed nothin' before
Takin' this pain with me everywhere I go around the globe
16 zips on me, got my cup in this load
Whatever came with the blood on the money
Fuck all this fame, niggas see it in the mornin'
Had to keep that flame if a nigga try to harm me (woh)
Get the location on your opps, throw 'em a party