Paul Wall, Chamillionaire, Monetana - What Would U Do lyrics

My life, ain't all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring
More pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed
And I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like
There's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no questions
I wonder if God's
Just trying to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing
It's getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my test and
The heat is on
They say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool
And thank God for every breath of my life
I'm taking steps to the right
But still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean
But, I'm stuck in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace
In the place I belong
I'm going for the gold
But, I keep getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice
When all my mentors gone this is my life
This ain't just the words to my
Song what do I do

What do you do, when them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true
Get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw
Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you
Just keep it real

This one here's for Broderick Brown
Locked down a 45 year sentence
I don't like how that sound
We've been homies since Middle School
We were childhood chums
But, you got caught up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where your life went
45 years of your life spent
With a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh
God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in time
And tell the judge that that nine
And the strack was mine that would be fine
But, I guess it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though
You went in Ferguson you end up in the Penn
And the only way that we communicate
Is through a pen
Don't give up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let your life live you
Just keep on moving

What do you do, when them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true
Get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw
Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you
Just keep it real

People think
My life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good
Why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight
But sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough
You gotta feel me though
Cause, I ain't trying to be sad
I thank God for everything I got
And all the blessings I had
I work hard I still grind
All night in the lab
The best friends I ever had
Was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down
But now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet
Debating on me wondering when will I flop
I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous
Saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they cd's
Below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate
And pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot
But, I'm standing out in the
Cold what do I do

What do you do, when them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true
Get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw
Swishahouse like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you
Just keep it real