Ryan Hemsworth - What I Get Into lyrics

[Intro] [Verse] Ayo I can't stunt I'm a sad dude If someone took your favorite sh** from you, you'd be sad too It's crazy I been f**in with this sh** for the past 5 But I ain't tryna die and sh** I'm not about that life At least I got rap, right? Ain't never been just Mike Cuz when I rhyme the words on these lil beats it be just right I'm finna save the world but if I can't then the hood's fine And n***as hate on me, guess they don't know what they look like If you don't really care, you gotta f** with me, cuz we got that in common I won't change til I'm in coffin, even then it probably wouldn't Other stuff does, I don't know if you liked "I Rap Good" But you would probably catch these reference I been flexin, on my Gooden sh** Monster Mike the optomist, dipped got on that Harden sh** Still ain't saved a b**h since I found out how that sh** always ends Plus: ya mans needs all his ends, so if you see me with a broad I promise I'm not with the broad, I swear she can do all my friends Some of them did some of them, a few of them did all of them If you took offense, well my bad b**h, I just be talkin' sh** That's when they get to stuntin, but it's nothin, well it's somethin' Cuz it's funny! I be chucklin', lookin at em like The Rock and sh** But f** them baby they ain't got it like this Let me see your phone I'm trying to lock me in #Usuparaw, I'm needing in I'm probably dude you're leaving with I'm kinda cool but I'm real, real hot f** with me now, cuz on the real I'm gone Still steal a b**h, then slam a b**h, then pa** the b**h cuz my names Iman You know my hands be active and I mean that sh** in every sense I tweaked on my little fingers cuz they ask and then I feel that sh** I think there's different kinds of pains, just like theres different kinds of stains Just like there's different kinds of gangs But my sh** I put on my face, I'm 'bout that life n***as hate, but them n***as crazy: they don't rap like Mike I wonder how cold I'm finna end up since I write all the time I wonder if my crib's on Clark and Lake since I got all the lines I wonder if I'll ever have a kid your b**h ate all of mine [Chorus] That's what I like to get into Hit stains, fam don't make us hit you We don't, give no f** bout sh** dude Came out in that E Cla**, my sh** ain't no rental That's that whip that I get into Can't drive, I hope I don't hit you Still don't, give no f** bout sh** dude Came out in that G5 my sh** ain't no rental