Paul Wall & Charmillionaire - What Would U Do lyrics
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(feat. Monetana) [Paul Wall] My life, ain't all peaches and cream This fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing But sometimes it just feels like, there's some'ing missing I got all the answers, but ain't no questions I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson The situations progressing, it's getting stressing I hope I don't fail my test and, the heat is on They say that pressure, busts pipes So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up wrong I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard pond I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I belong I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting bronze Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors gone This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song what do I do [Hook: Monetana] What do you do, when them haters after you Keep it real and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do Don't let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real [Paul Wall] This one here's for Broderick Brown, locked down A 45 year sentence, I don't like how that sound We've been homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums But you got caught up, by life in the slums I'm thinking bout, where your life went 45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment You plead guilty, for a lesser charge Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in charge I be wishing that, I could go back in time And tell the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine That would be fine, but I guess it's too late for that I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn And the only way that we communicate, is through a pen Don't give up, just do what you do Live your life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving [Hook] [Paul Wall] People think, my life is all about raps and such If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so rough I'm walking straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though Cause I ain't trying to be sad I thank God for everything I got, and all the blessings I had I work hard I still grind, all night in the lab The best friends I ever had, was a pen and a pad Cause people talking down, hating on me Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady homie I see 'em all up on the Internet, debating on me Wondering when will I flop, I know they waiting on me A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do [Hook]
