I don't care whatwhat you think, As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness, in misery As long as it's about me, you said-a Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same, Let the leaves fall off in the summer

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know whatwhat it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

I'm not famous, no And I don't hate it, no Where my haters? I don't got 'em It don't matter whatwhat my name is I don't got one, I'm not famous, no 'Cause I'm not famous, no Paparazzi is at an all-time low You never heard of me

You better do just whatwhat we say And if you don't then you will pay WhatWhat is wrong with the world today The government, media, or your family My name's Coby Dick Mr. Dick if you're nasty Rock a mic with a voice that's raspy 'Cause I'm poetic in my operations

I don't care whatwhat you think, As long as it's about me The best of us can find happiness, in misery As long as it's about me, you said-a Say my name, and his in the same breath, I dare you to say they taste the same, Let the leaves fall off in the summer

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out WhatWhat the hell is wrong

It may be winter in Eden Is it too familiar to say I love you Would you be suspicious if I asked your name, tell me WhatWhat would it take to really convince you That I'm gonna love you even if my heart would break Even if my heart would break, I'm gonna

Real friends I guess I get whatwhat I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I guess I get whatwhat I deserve, don't I Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real

La da da da da Fuck these niggas Know and know WhatWhat's your name? How far is a light year? If I was being honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like

Please send for me But I'm broken too, And spoken for Do not, tempt me He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay And where is the lamb, that gave you your name? He had to leave, though I begged him to stay That suits us well