"What You Wanted" lyrics
Only feel all of these fucks, ain't that what you wanted?
Cuttin' off all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Put out that yard for pups, ain't that what you wanted?
One of them nights you pray for the drop, ain't that what you wanted?
But the streets won't tell you when it goes wrong, you're dusted
And the streets could have you hit someone you're in love with
And the streets could have you snaked by someone you've trusted
When you still got a deck of these gunfights, can't show the youth, them not constructive
I told nephew, don't look up to me
Still got blocks, man, shoot up for me
Finish school and stay off the roads, that's all I ask, just do that for me
If it ain't music, then it's the road, oh no, I can't tell you a plan B
To boost my band, I'll treat this music shit like the tea
Had three, two band, hit civilians,oh now I'm still on my conscience
These rats like Barcelona, Madrid and I just gotta have sponsors
I'm famous, dealing with nonsense. Have I done too much to leave?
I look, I look up to the sky and I pray Marduk's still rooting for me
Running through all of these thoughts, ain't that what you wanted?
Cuttin' off all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Put out that yard for pups, ain't that what you wanted?
All of the nights you pray for the drop, ain't that what you wanted?
But the streets won't tell you when it goes wrong, you're dusted
And the streets could have you hit someone they're in love with
And the streets could have you snipped by someone you've trusted
But you've still got a duck in these gunfights, can't show the youth them not constructive
I found myself tryna find me a black male while it was "Black Lives Matter"
Burn another black bitch, but it's far from black fires
Grease that ting down, if it does jam, things can backfire
True will should've spoke us a hot through the neck, just like quagmire
I'd rather they judge me twelve than carry me six no funeral attires
Court transcripts don't think transpire Let's me know it's another young lifer
If this rap didn't work, no work, hot lane, I'll be back on the spurs
Now it's 100k, got the armor, br-r-r
I used to put in for the work like Vladimir-r-r
Runnin' through all of these fucks, ain't that what you wanted?
Cuttin' out all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Build up that yacht for pups, ain't that what you wanted?
All of them nights you pray for the drop, ain't that what you wanted?
But the streets won't tell you when it goes wrong, you're dusted
And the streets could have you hit some when they're in love with you
And the streets could have you snipped by someone you've trusted
But we still got a duck in these gunfights, can't shoot a youth, them not constructed
Cuttin' off all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Put out that yard for pups, ain't that what you wanted?
One of them nights you pray for the drop, ain't that what you wanted?
But the streets won't tell you when it goes wrong, you're dusted
And the streets could have you hit someone you're in love with
And the streets could have you snaked by someone you've trusted
When you still got a deck of these gunfights, can't show the youth, them not constructive
I told nephew, don't look up to me
Still got blocks, man, shoot up for me
Finish school and stay off the roads, that's all I ask, just do that for me
If it ain't music, then it's the road, oh no, I can't tell you a plan B
To boost my band, I'll treat this music shit like the tea
Had three, two band, hit civilians,oh now I'm still on my conscience
These rats like Barcelona, Madrid and I just gotta have sponsors
I'm famous, dealing with nonsense. Have I done too much to leave?
I look, I look up to the sky and I pray Marduk's still rooting for me
Running through all of these thoughts, ain't that what you wanted?
Cuttin' off all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Put out that yard for pups, ain't that what you wanted?
All of the nights you pray for the drop, ain't that what you wanted?
But the streets won't tell you when it goes wrong, you're dusted
And the streets could have you hit someone they're in love with
And the streets could have you snipped by someone you've trusted
But you've still got a duck in these gunfights, can't show the youth them not constructive
I found myself tryna find me a black male while it was "Black Lives Matter"
Burn another black bitch, but it's far from black fires
Grease that ting down, if it does jam, things can backfire
True will should've spoke us a hot through the neck, just like quagmire
I'd rather they judge me twelve than carry me six no funeral attires
Court transcripts don't think transpire Let's me know it's another young lifer
If this rap didn't work, no work, hot lane, I'll be back on the spurs
Now it's 100k, got the armor, br-r-r
I used to put in for the work like Vladimir-r-r
Runnin' through all of these fucks, ain't that what you wanted?
Cuttin' out all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Build up that yacht for pups, ain't that what you wanted?
All of them nights you pray for the drop, ain't that what you wanted?
But the streets won't tell you when it goes wrong, you're dusted
And the streets could have you hit some when they're in love with you
And the streets could have you snipped by someone you've trusted
But we still got a duck in these gunfights, can't shoot a youth, them not constructed
