Whatever

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

Just woke up, another day another dollar that I ain't make

Another search for that one soul I can't hate

Can't think of a wrong turn I ain't take

Or think of a past bitch I ain't rape

Or at least think about it

Cause if you talk about it guess you gotta be about it

At least that's what they used to tell me when I dreamed about it

The self-suppression and hate, where would I be without it

Seems to be the only reason I can script this shit

But fuck it I live this shit

So why not speak about hell, seems I know it so well

They say you make the happy endings to the stories you tell

And that's bullshit

So if I got a range then maybe I'll get a bitch

Put hickeys over her neck instead of slitting her shit

Join a local church, stock bibles at the crib

Have a daughter and support her at ballet recital gigs

Barbecues with neighbors, and a belly full of beer

9 to 5 every morning, mad cause I never lived

Nigga fuck that

Cause I would rather be