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What Cha Gone Do
Sean Coleman
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You only get one chance in this game
Once I get my chance to pop
You can bet I ain't gonna stop
Till the motherfuckers drop
When you get your shot, what you gonna do?
I know what I'ma do, this right here
This what I'ma do, cause
Rhyme for my shine with my pistols, checkin' papers
Watchin' for the haters, cats who love to spread vapors
Lookin' for the prize when I rise (Ain't nothin' stop)
Whoever told you that, they told your ass all lies
Burn till I'm hot on every block, it don't stop
All eyes on me like a pot when I drop
Paid the cost to be the boss, never take a loss
Thick up in this here like some Heinz hot sauce
Money market when I started, economics is the hardest
Fuck where you at, it's all about who's the farthest
What you gonna do when it's on you to do the do?
Fold, play, quit, or follow through
A living legend in my time, I learned, didn't burn
Now I'm takin' over, she will grieve, it's my turn
Waited on another man's plan, damn
Now it's all in my hand, nigga had to take a stand
Fuckin' it from soups, on my shit like troops
Walk from the jets, now I push a Benz coupe
The rawest shit I ever heard came from my book-a-boo
Said when I got my turn, daddy what you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
Move with precision, make decisions, no bullshittin'
Hold true to do the do when it comes to money gettin'
Me, I'm all about the wealth, broke, bad health
Remain calm, drop bombs, flow through like a stealth
Yeah, you gotta honor my persona without drama
You could take me home, but nah, I wanna meet mama
See your contour when you in velour, sure
Show a little more of your camel toe, that love lure
Tell me how you love it when I thug it and hand rub it
Gettin' a little hot, it's gettin' hotter, we hot tubbin'
Killin' for my currency, I'm chillin' on a coochie
Rockin' focused wear, I'm way past Coogi
Obsessive to possessive, I'm on it till I'm stressin'
Nigga ain't takin' nothin' for granted, shit, I count it all blessings
Purse is my turf, took a last since birth
Million dollar man, killer, hundred grand's what I'm worth
Fuck the state, I'm a union, now I got shit boomin'
Plus I got chrome things when I stop, keep movin'
Put it down for my crown, how a nigga supposed to?
When you get your shots for you to pop, what you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
Ball with the big boys, don't play with kids and they toys
Bust your gun, break your funds and run when he come
Snitch like a trick to the dicks to get rich
I tell 'em kiss your ass, suck a nigga fat dick
Blast for the cash, get the dollars, then dash
Pull 'em off in broad day for the bank, fuck 'em ass
What you gon' do for the fetti? Are you ready?
Finger itchin' for the sticky, palms gettin' sweaty
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
What you gon' do?
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