Whoodie - Hit or Miss

Whoodie, Who
Yo wassup let me talk to ya real quick
This is a story about life and I call it "Hit or Miss"
Sometimes you miss, but it doesn't mean you give up
Don't let that discourage you bro
You still gotta shoot your shot, feel me?
It was hell of year, it started bad
Me and my girl had two years in the bag
One day she came and stabbed me in my back
What can I say, she left me for somebody else
I was getting get played
But it's okay, I did my dirt man that was faith
Ever since she left, my life been seeing better days
I just want to thank God, that's the least that I can say
Cuz now I can eat, how can you say I'm defeat
While I'm still here standing on my feet with better feets
Hope you peeped on my Instagram, life is sweet
But I cannot front, like I wasn't down for a couple of months
But it's over now
Me and you are history now, I can do what I want
Chill when I want
Live how I want
You ain't hear to tell me too
Chill when I want
Live how I want
Haven't seen you since I said
Imma see you later
I forgot, I've been busy getting paper, busy getting paper
You never once supported me
You always been a hater
And frankly I'm happy we didn't get tattooed not for nothing
Ask me how many problems did we have
Over a dozen
Type of fights, you want to tell her go and get your cousins
Packed all my shit, then I put it in a bag
Never look back and forget what we had
Then I look at my phone and she sent a text
Saying sorry for the mess and ya wonder if I was stressed
Delete all our pictures then she dubbed me for the night
Then the next day, everything's alright
Man what a life
Man what a life
Life's too short to be picking a fight
To be wasting my time, to be out of your mind
I'm way too fine
Man what a life
Man what a life
If they don't treat you right better leave em on sight
Just because you miss, doesn't mean it wasn't a hit
You know the best kind of blessings are the accidents
Better keep your head up
Until you get your bread up
And even if it don't let up
Don't let it get you fed up
You a dime piece always gotta do better
I'm pretty sure that shorty that you stressing is whatever
You know the turtle always in when its time to get that lettuce
You know those girls are only hating on you cause they're jealous
I'm tired of the lies, don't lie to me
You don't love me if you, won't die for me
Don't tell me that you like me, just cry for me
I don't give a fuck if you like dick, just ride for me
I would love it if you just gone keep it a stick
Like do the math, the coat alone cost a rack
Like dead ass
I'm only here just to crack keep it a stack
I got a hunnit on the table for any nigga says I'm wack
Peace
Delete all our pictures then she dubbed me for the night
Then the next day, everything's alright
Man what a life
Man what a life
Life's too short to be picking a fight
To be wasting my time, to be out of your mind
I'm way too fine
Man what a life
Man what a life
If they don't treat you right better leave em on sight

Written by:
Yurissan Navarro

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