What U Bouta Do?/A Star was Born (feat. 454)

Lyrics for What U Bouta Do?/A Star was Born (feat. 454)

Uh, gave a lil' smirk, but it's still a smile, yeah, yeah Yeah, it made me hurt, but I'm in denial You know it ain't no church when you in the wild You know it ain't no verse without a big amount We ain't even hit the surface, you sitting down You know it ain't no person I can't get around I be coolin' with the merchants, got better loud What I do to get your certiness instead of doubt Said it too, but think you heard it from a better vouch I ain't rude, I inherited this clever mouth I roam a few, we don't share, we don't air it out She confused, unaware 'bout my whereabouts In this movie on air, we on Paramount I got bitches feeling weird that I care about I got business to repair, man I nearly drowned Tw-twitchin' on the pier, it's an eerie sound How I'm shifting through the sphere, in canary style Why this mission never clear, but I'm here and proud I've been trippin' for some years, but it's clearer now I'm the victim of despair, and the scary clouds What you finna do? Don't be starin' 'round I'm the living proof, I'm my parent's child Put you in my shoes, it's a scary route Tears upon my suit, as they get you down Way before the shoes, with my jelly down, what What you finna do? Don't be starin' 'round I'm the living proof, I'm my parent's child Put you in my shoes, it's a scary route Tears upon my suit, as they get you down Way before the shoes, with my jelly down (What you) what you finna do? Don't be starin' 'round I'm the living proof, I'm my parent's child Put you in my shoes, it's a scary route Tears upon my suit, as they get you down Way before the shoes, with my jelly down, what What you finna do? Don't be starin' 'round I'm the living proof, I'm my parent's child Put you in my shoes, it's a scary route Tears upon my suit, as they get you down Way before the shoes, with my jelly down, what They say the hood don't love you back 'til you gone And that's a fact, but it's wrong Won't love the fact they drop your name in a song Wash my hands from all the times I put my enemies on Get emotional when the history strong Catch the sonic, take a patch of the orange Hit the stage, remember days that I couldn't get in the zone But I was sharp as a horn Was in my ways, like, "I gotta perform" Some love to hate, but they not really informed I got the patience to create it, made it out of the storm Working the day shift felt so out of the norm Come from the greatest block, the star was born