Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Would U Do, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Controversy Sells, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paid In Full Entertainment
Song language: English
What Would U Do |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |