WHATEVA MANE by SAM R I Lyrics
Hook:
38 to the tank, boy I'm strapped to blow
I keep it 1 double 0 what you actin for?
It's whatever mane
It's whatever mane
Verse 1:
Trying to save up a dollar, I done crashed the whip
And now I'm back flipping trees on this bus and shit
All i know is my folks done raised a real one
My heart passed repair I'm looking to heal one
Took falls for the bros who'd never return that
Cold world made a path to never return back
Can't love no more, I fuck and I go
I guess it's something to do on a hustle for dough
It rains and it pours, my tears dried up
Nightmares of homies who dead, why us?
Fuck the buzz, I want the money & peace
I ain't cut for them interviews, give me the cheese
No buddy buddy I ain't looking to chill
You see them bags under my eyes I'm looking to fill
My backpack with whatever help me pay my bills
Y'all could hate my steez, never hate my skill
Hook:
38 to the tank, boy I'm strapped to blow
I keep it 1 double 0 what you actin for?
It's whatever mane
It's whatever mane
Verse 2:
I made a name for myself and kept raising the bar
I handled the footwork, while you stayed in the car
Shoes with no socks to battles and got socked
At shows at empty venues and wanting to stop
Wouldn't say I made the best but I made my own
Out searching for heart when it stayed at home
Missing goodbyes left a part of me dead
I'd probably do it again if it meant leaving my head
All i know, get ya own, everybody the same
Opened up both my eyes everybody in pain
Land of the free everybody would say
I was at the jewelry store, and everybody in chains, damn
38 to the tank, boy I'm strapped to blow
I keep it 1 double 0 what you actin for?
It's whatever mane
It's whatever mane
Verse 1:
Trying to save up a dollar, I done crashed the whip
And now I'm back flipping trees on this bus and shit
All i know is my folks done raised a real one
My heart passed repair I'm looking to heal one
Took falls for the bros who'd never return that
Cold world made a path to never return back
Can't love no more, I fuck and I go
I guess it's something to do on a hustle for dough
It rains and it pours, my tears dried up
Nightmares of homies who dead, why us?
Fuck the buzz, I want the money & peace
I ain't cut for them interviews, give me the cheese
No buddy buddy I ain't looking to chill
You see them bags under my eyes I'm looking to fill
My backpack with whatever help me pay my bills
Y'all could hate my steez, never hate my skill
Hook:
38 to the tank, boy I'm strapped to blow
I keep it 1 double 0 what you actin for?
It's whatever mane
It's whatever mane
Verse 2:
I made a name for myself and kept raising the bar
I handled the footwork, while you stayed in the car
Shoes with no socks to battles and got socked
At shows at empty venues and wanting to stop
Wouldn't say I made the best but I made my own
Out searching for heart when it stayed at home
Missing goodbyes left a part of me dead
I'd probably do it again if it meant leaving my head
All i know, get ya own, everybody the same
Opened up both my eyes everybody in pain
Land of the free everybody would say
I was at the jewelry store, and everybody in chains, damn