Verse 1:

I was a youngbul in Philly
pop a wheelie, fence hoppin
corner store quarter hug drinkin thinking bout shoppin
downtown spend my lil papes on records and tapes
respectin the greats reppin on consecutive dates
up late never slumber find me in a grimey place
Make me wonder how I escaped the 90’s unscathed
Tryna hook up in the club I was wookin pa nub
Lil sweet lightskin shorty lookin for thugs
I can’t front I like when she bowleg and walk stanky
walk Fast and talk kinky fat ass like Pinky
yeah, Fine as fuck cant front she was a hottie but
Dropped a couple seeds and dem kids tore her body up
Her Baby daddy ridin dirty through da hood fam
Damaged women in they 30’s cant find no good man
Terrence Wood dam you nice wit da flow
How I been sleepin on ya ass this long I don’t know

Hook:

She said Whatcha wanna be? I said alive
She said you gotta want more than that outta life
Girl I can’t survive workin no 9-5
See I just wanna make music and hold ya tight
She said Sho ya right, and I feel ya fight
Boy you nice on the mic I can’t deny
But will dem skills pay da bills and keep on the lights
She said Whatcha wanna be? I said alive

Verse 2:

We on da love seat makin love lookin at Crooklyn
Watched da movie so much you think we grew up in Brooklyn
Nah, we just some 70’s babies feelin nostalgic
Relatin’ to ghetto livin where would I be without it
Prolly somewhere crowded, getting a Lap dance from yall
Hood tats she got baby names and panther paws
I seen it all I don’t know what all da hype for
“this is for my niggas” but most his fans was white buls
Learn ya demographic, then play to ya strengths
Learn about this rap shit, then Play Cuban linx
Calm ya ass down that shit you spit is too intense
It’s fun to watch but lyrically it don’t make no sense
Told my girl trust me I aint out there flirtin
Just be a lil patient we gonna be aiight for certain
I tryna get us to a spot where we aint even hurtin
So when we home sleepin my music is still out there workin

Hook:

She said Whatcha wanna be? I said alive
She said you gotta want more than that outta life
Girl I can’t survive workin no 9-5
See I just wanna make music and hold ya tight
She said Sho ya right, and I feel ya fight
Boy you nice on the mic I can’t deny
But will dem skills pay da bills and keep on the lights
She said Whatcha wanna be? I said alive

Verse: 3

I think I’m fly yeah, telling girls my eyes are up here
You been a mixtape rapper for the last 5 years
Aint makin no progression at makin this ya profession
I Tried to give advice but you aint takin no suggestions
You heard and doubt the power of Word of mouth
people in these streets spread me out west and further south so
keep that in mind when you tryna get this money
If it’s live they tell 5 if its wack they tell 20
Believe dat and I don’t need no bad market feedback
Dem parkas dat they got up niemen Marcus yeah I need dat
Dats why over boom bap I Spit poison sumac
Aggressive reaction same way da boys in blue act
Yall just a buncha rats tryna avoid da glue trap
we was hip hoppers then but they ain’t even call it that
rick ross naw Slick Rick dougie beat box
this real dope shit ain’t gone show up wit no Cheek swab

Hook:

She said Whatcha wanna be? I said alive
She said you gotta want more than that outta life
Girl I can’t survive workin no 9-5
See I just wanna make music and hold ya tight
She said Sho ya right, and I feel ya fight
Boy you nice on the mic I can’t deny
But will dem skills pay da bills and keep on the lights
She said Whatcha wanna be? I said alive

Written And Performed by Side Effect for Whitmore Skillz Music. Copyright (2010).