MadKem Whatever Works lyrics

You've been rocking with a nigga on a low
Don't act like you don't know
I was broke, no student loans
We writing all these rhymes, when I leave ain't coming home
I be headed to the bank, my hood, just said I'm putting on
I holla back like alright to you, alright
Whatever works, well alright
You gotta get it, gotta get back to the dough, alright
To you, well alright, whatever works, alright
You gotta get it, get back to the dough

Fuck that nigga, paint the Sistine Chapel
Yeah, tell him that you back up in the mix
So go forward to whatever may have you get
Tell him that you got it sure

Crossing and talk, foes is praying, I stop, no
What it is I got I'm still painting Picassos
I was a snot nose, I'm crafting that flow
I said I could do this shit only Phil, me, and God know
Back in the mix you know my fam is totting on me
From the South stories like breaking touch everywhere from here to Long Beach
See that I'm here, let the flow speed, done hurt to the lips
See that y'all weak, see that I'm coming to a slow creep
You bet that I'm shutting shit down
Bet you ain't listening, want a round
Bet when I catch rep that I got next in check
This shit chess when I play, yeah, didn't call me G then fuck with me
Go ahead, tell the people what I want
The way that I'm balling you see that it's over
You don't wanna stop me, man
You mayhem on a nigga that's about to say go, let's go

Fuck that nigga, paint the Sistine Chapel
Yeah, tell him that you back up in the mix
So go forward to whatever may have you get
Tell him that you got it sure

You've been rocking with a nigga on a low
Don't act like you don't know
I was broke, no student loans

We writing all these rhymes, when I leave ain't coming home
I be headed to the bank, my hood, just said I'm putting on
I holla back like alright to you, alright
Whatever works, well alright
You gotta get it, gotta get back to the dough, alright
To you, well alright, whatever works, alright
You gotta get it, get back to the dough

Hey girl, whatever it is that works
You know I'm with that kind of shit
Fame for the beats, time out, that rap money I wanna be counting in
I see you out there tryina flip them bricks
I'm working this 16 tryina live this dream, tryina pull out that illest shit
Y'all with the good, clean, tell me if this hit me
Shout out, drop, cook it up one time
Niggas gonna copy, gonna get it but I'm not
We set up shop and I swear we'll be fun show
I got this on, you know this rap shit's mine
Nigga, back up, I stepped it out while you niggas dead beat or facts up
Miscellaneous figures, talking accounts, Fiji M, Jay Tight
Creepy lil' niggas wanna be me, Angelou, you see, go

Fuck that nigga, paint the Sistine Chapel
Yeah, tell him that you back up in the mix
So go forward to whatever may have you get
Tell him that you got it sure

You've been rocking with a nigga on a low
Don't act like you don't know
I was broke, no student loans
We writing all these rhymes, when I leave ain't coming home
I be headed to the bank, my hood, just said I'm putting on
I holla back like alright to you, alright
Whatever works, well alright
You gotta get it, gotta get back to the dough, alright
To you, well alright, whatever works, alright
You gotta get it, gotta get back to the dough