Letra What u bouta do? / a star was born Mike

What u bouta do? / a star was born

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 sturdiness 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 **** 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
Tailor 'pon 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
Tailor 'pon 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
Tailor 'pon 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
Tailor 'pon my suit, as they get you down
Way before the shoes with my jelly down

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, a star was born