Текст песни What Would We Do? - BC

Na, na, na, na, na don't change
Na, na, na, na, na don't change
How could I how can I change?

I remember they wanted to sell my image, physically (I remember that)
I was like "nah man that's not me" (Facts)
When I look in the mirror I know I'm not yet who I want to be (Facts)
But best believe everywhere I go I'ma bang BC (Yea)
To the girl rapping along oh you want to bang BC?
I mean you said it, you was like "I'ma bang BC" (Hmm ha ha)
Well shortie let me think
I got a girl back at home would you keep it between you and me? (Nah)
First thought probably not, plus you think I'm somebody who I'm probably not
Probably just like your man at home just rap a little better and plotting on a little extra Guacamole (just a little bit)
Matter fact, probably wouldn't even take you to get a little chipotle (Not even a little bit)
Matter fact, probably don't got as much money as you was hoping
Is a fact, I don't got none of the rapper cars plus I don't be smoking, nah shortie I don't Be smoking
Be thinking bout the children in the PJ's want them to know that they chosen (For real)
And can make it out to a better life even though it's not easy yea I know it, yea I know it

See little homie every door he would open for the ladies with the groceries (YG's)
But on the TV they label him thug and they say in the class he can't focus (That's crazy)
What you can't see is the fact that the teacher don't believe (That's crazy)
In fact on career day they told little homie that ain't what he could be (Damn)
And the big homie in need (Big homie)
Cause he hot in the streets (Hot in the streets)
Little homie won't catch heat, he indiscreet with it plus he gone make em some G's
Little homie mom in need working two jobs sometimes three just to barely get by you know rent in NYC
Since the teachers quit on him he left school for the streets (From school to the streets)
And if you quick the blame let me see you make it out of Rockaway Queens or from West trade street or any place on the map
And whole time I'm speaking on that shortie just looking at me like "what?"
She don't want to hear none of that (None of that)
And she just want to fuck, and probably raw, damn
And whole time I'm knowing the cost (I know what's up)
So she can hate on my chick, and say that niggas ain't shit (Yea)
But still text me at eleven-eleven like the dick was her wish
Old me would have come through (O-t-w)
Ain't gone lie new me be thinking about it too
A whole queen at home
Plus I be trying to speak to the queens out there
Girl you're more than a body (You are)
Girl you more than a side piece
She bumping that SZA probably
Seem like the weekend hardly
Too many goodbyes and sorry's from niggas with lies and not enough time or love to know love
She say "niggas ain't shit, when I'm in the club that's the only time that, niggas show up"
And every time you step out you show out but got to think twice (Uh)
Cause niggas can't control their hands and say disrespectful shit from they mouth Damn (Keep fall safe, don't let us fall)
I hope this wasn't Gods plan (Gods plan, I pray)
But if we all think as Gods we can, change this around (keep fall safe, let's do that, don't Let us fall)
We can, change it now