Ronnie C - Questions Lyrics

What you been waiting on?
I've been hella busy, forgive me for taking long
Between the moves I made and the critics I've been taking on
Everyday's a struggle when you're always getting hated on I'm just trying to make enough money so I can waited on
Everybody act like they love me, they just play along
Trying to cater to my ego, I hope and pray I'm wrong
It makes no difference to me, either way I'm not staying long
I got money to make, and several places to go
I changed my ways, stopped chasing the hos
Spent more time writing lyrics and embracing my flow
The only amateur nigga you know that plays with the pros
Took a couple l's I never complained, I composed
A new approach and new gameplan I proposed
That would be the best for me in this lane that I chose
And asked myself these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Do it every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let it out of the cage
And then I chill, do it for the ville, yet and still
You can't be afraid to die if you wanna kill
If you are, you can step to the side and let the real
Show you how it's done, watch me make a mill
And not spend a dime, prepare for my exit
As I corporately climb, I been on that next shit
While you bitched and you whined,
As I quietly cut through the grit and the grime nigga this my design
I was made for this, bred for this, bled for this
Through recklessness, and all types of extra shit
Making some of best the music you'll hear in your life
Fuck rapping about drugs, and guns, and other stereotypes
I got more to say, and a lot more to prove
No time to play, and no time to lose
So I do what's best for me in this lane that I chose
And answered these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let em out of the cage
What you been waiting on?
I've been hella busy, forgive me for taking long
Between the moves I made and the critics I've been taking on
Everyday's a struggle when you're always getting hated on I'm just trying to make enough money so I can waited on
Everybody act like they love me, they just play along
Trying to cater to my ego, I hope and pray I'm wrong
It makes no difference to me, either way I'm not staying long
I got money to make, and several places to go
I changed my ways, stopped chasing the hos
Spent more time writing lyrics and embracing my flow
The only amateur nigga you know that plays with the pros
Took a couple l's I never complained, I composed
A new approach and new gameplan I proposed
That would be the best for me in this lane that I chose
And asked myself these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Do it every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let it out of the cage
And then I chill, do it for the ville, yet and still
You can't be afraid to die if you wanna kill
If you are, you can step to the side and let the real
Show you how it's done, watch me make a mill
And not spend a dime, prepare for my exit
As I corporately climb, I been on that next shit
While you bitched and you whined,
As I quietly cut through the grit and the grime nigga this my design
I was made for this, bred for this, bled for this
Through recklessness, and all types of extra shit
Making some of best the music you'll hear in your life
Fuck rapping about drugs, and guns, and other stereotypes
I got more to say, and a lot more to prove
No time to play, and no time to lose
So I do what's best for me in this lane that I chose
And answered these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let em out of the cage

What you been waiting on?
I've been hella busy, forgive me for taking long
Between the moves I made and the critics I've been taking on
Everyday's a struggle when you're always getting hated on I'm just trying to make enough money so I can waited on
Everybody act like they love me, they just play along
Trying to cater to my ego, I hope and pray I'm wrong
It makes no difference to me, either way I'm not staying long
I got money to make, and several places to go
I changed my ways, stopped chasing the hos
Spent more time writing lyrics and embracing my flow
The only amateur nigga you know that plays with the pros
Took a couple l's I never complained, I composed
A new approach and new gameplan I proposed
That would be the best for me in this lane that I chose
And asked myself these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Do it every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let it out of the cage
And then I chill, do it for the ville, yet and still
You can't be afraid to die if you wanna kill
If you are, you can step to the side and let the real
Show you how it's done, watch me make a mill
And not spend a dime, prepare for my exit
As I corporately climb, I been on that next shit
While you bitched and you whined,
As I quietly cut through the grit and the grime nigga this my design
I was made for this, bred for this, bled for this
Through recklessness, and all types of extra shit
Making some of best the music you'll hear in your life
Fuck rapping about drugs, and guns, and other stereotypes
I got more to say, and a lot more to prove
No time to play, and no time to lose
So I do what's best for me in this lane that I chose
And answered these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let em out of the cage
What you been waiting on?
I've been hella busy, forgive me for taking long
Between the moves I made and the critics I've been taking on
Everyday's a struggle when you're always getting hated on I'm just trying to make enough money so I can waited on
Everybody act like they love me, they just play along
Trying to cater to my ego, I hope and pray I'm wrong
It makes no difference to me, either way I'm not staying long
I got money to make, and several places to go
I changed my ways, stopped chasing the hos
Spent more time writing lyrics and embracing my flow
The only amateur nigga you know that plays with the pros
Took a couple l's I never complained, I composed
A new approach and new gameplan I proposed
That would be the best for me in this lane that I chose
And asked myself these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Do it every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let it out of the cage
And then I chill, do it for the ville, yet and still
You can't be afraid to die if you wanna kill
If you are, you can step to the side and let the real
Show you how it's done, watch me make a mill
And not spend a dime, prepare for my exit
As I corporately climb, I been on that next shit
While you bitched and you whined,
As I quietly cut through the grit and the grime nigga this my design
I was made for this, bred for this, bled for this
Through recklessness, and all types of extra shit
Making some of best the music you'll hear in your life
Fuck rapping about drugs, and guns, and other stereotypes
I got more to say, and a lot more to prove
No time to play, and no time to lose
So I do what's best for me in this lane that I chose
And answered these questions before I could blow
Do you wanna get fly or do you wanna get laid
Do you wanna look cool or do you wanna get paid
I'm on my grown my shit this is my coming of age
We can take it to the streets if you wanna get brave
I work hard, play hard, party hard and I rage
Every damn day, that's why I'm hardly amazed
When I hear competition, knock them off the stage
Grab the microphone, and let em out of the cage