What You Wanted
Runnin' through all of these thots, ain't that what you wanted?
Countin' up all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Buil' up that yard for pops, ain't that what you wanted?
All of them nights you prayed 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 hate someone you're in love with
And the streets could have you snaked by someone you've trusted
When you've still gotta duck all these gun feds, can't show the yout' dem nuttin' 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, all now I can't tell you a plan B
To boost my bando, I treat this music shit like the T
Had .32 bird hit civilians, all now it's still on my conscience
These waps like Barcelona, Madrid an' them 'cah they 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 'Ma dukes still rooting for me
Runnin' through all of these thots, ain't that what you wanted?
Countin' up all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Buil' up that yard for pops, ain't that what you wanted?
All of them nights you prayed 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 hate someone you're in love with
And the streets could have you snaked by someone you've trusted
When you've still gotta duck all these gun feds, can't show the yout' dem nuttin' constructive
How I found myself tryna find me a black male while it was Black Lives Matter
Burn another black bridge, but it's far from Blackfriars
Grease that ting down, if it does jam, things can backfire
True, we was tryna smoke us a opp thru' the neck, just like Quagmire
I'd rather they judge me twelve than carry me six, no funeral attires
Court transcripts then things transpire, next thing you know it's another young lifer
If this rap didn't work, no White Hart Lane I'd 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 thots, ain't that what you wanted?
Countin' up all of this dosh, ain't that what you wanted?
Buil' up that yard for pops, ain't that what you wanted?
All of them nights you prayed 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 hate someone you're in love with
And the streets could have you snaked by someone you've trusted
When you've still gotta duck all these gun feds, can't show the yout' dem nuttin' constructive
