WHATCHA REALLY ’BOUT?!

[Intro]
Keep this joint in mind, I’m the only EB
The rest of y’all imposters
Had a couple homies turn opps
Now they six feet under like the God they crossed (wait, wait, wait, run it back, run it back!)

[Pre-Chorus]
H-H-Had a couple homies turn opps
Now they six feet under like the God they crossed
Stick up kids still getting clocked
Body in the shadow like it’s that Kingdom Hearts (so lemme ask this question)

[Chorus]
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Would you stick to a side
Or would you flip for some clout
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Got yo head in the clouds
And the truth not out

[Verse 1]
My mouth a boomstick, Ash Will’ms
You Evil Dead and we still killing
Judas break the bread, he a villain
But I see feds, your dealings
And facades that you building
Red dot on your head like bindi
You feel me? And if you don’t, the choppa heal ye
Just kidding, you mess with fam, get cook like skillet
These niggas been playing with E
Switching up on me like Scottie, his team
You niggas is thotties, you licking for cream
Digit watching, you chickenheading
You’d rather hate the come up and scheme to extremes
But mother taught me, blow up, gon be a breeze
No cap on STEEZ

[Pre-Chorus]
Had a couple homies turn opps
Now they six feet under like the God they crossed
Stick up kids still getting clocked
Body in the shadow like it’s that Kingdom
Whatcha
Whatcha

[Chorus]
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Would you stick to a side
Or would you flip for some clout
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Got yo head in the clouds
And the truth not out

[Segue]
Man, I don’t know what I’m doing with myself
But here we go, that’s it
Ah, ah, ah!
It’s the second verse, second verse
‘Bout to get real introspective in this joint

[Chorus]
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout, yo
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Do you see it now
See it now
See it now
See it now
Do you see it now

[Verse 2]
I exaggerate sometimes
Speaking these loaded rhymes
Lemme reel it in, I need God co-sign
‘Cuz loyalty at an all time low
I know some woe riddled kids who would kill they blood for some dough
Wrecking homes ‘cuz public schools don’t teach hope
Oh Lord, you trade it all for a gram ‘o dope
Yeah, they legalize, but when you free my boys though
Yeah, my heated eyes, they seeing all the blood yokes
Institutionalized with the gun toting
Flashing M’s on the Gram leave you all broken
Perception so small just like minor league coaches
We ‘sposed to be major, now you fake like it’s Hogan
I keep my pineal gland open, cuz dealing with y’all is like playing in dark oceans
Unexplored and I’m space ghosting
Coast to coasting
‘Cuz yo’ jokes jealousy hidden in plain motion
All my folks, we suppose to eat
No competition if you try me
God gone guide me, and fight the
Battles in the shadows, even ‘cross the overseas
The cattle lacking ammo, even scared the elites
The manna mapping narrow path, Exodus lead
I plead my case y’all, go find your own deed
Tired staying here, it’s fake and lonely
This ain’t home, B
So rhyming till this blow heat
Nigeria where I go be
With that jollof rice and goat meat, ah
Jollof rice and goat meat, yessir

[Chorus]
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout, yo
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Do you see it now
See it now
See it now
See it now
Do you see it now
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout, yo
Whatcha really ‘bout
Whatcha really really ‘bout
Do you see it now
See it now
See it now
See it now
Do you see it now