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Yeah I own property and land, I'm in popular demand 'Cause the catalog is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant If you dissin', you get hit, that's just a part of who I am I'm Italian, I can't help it, we love talkin' with our hands Had to conjure up a plan, launch a monster from a man Your favorite singer at my crib, it's big, it's Ariana Grand' Sayin' "Sorry" in advance, I got Paul McCartney fans Rockin' Marnie, this ain't Barneys, I'm a star the Hardees man Army van instead of lookin' for a Bentley to cop 'Cause as of late, being a rappers is the deadliest job Why you think I got like six guns around the crib? Just pick one Five, six, but with a stick, I swear like I feel like 6'1" But let me chill, death is not a jokе, this ain't Wendy Will' 'Cause this Henny still got mе wide like Henry Hill Very ill, my entrepreneurial phase is long I out-rap your favorite rapper then drop your girl's favorite song Who fuckin' with me? I feel like Shaq on the magic I studied the dream, ooh, you got lucky Hakeem Plaques in countries I ain't seen, I am a money machine Your girl like Gumby how she bends over, fuck me, it seems That I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by That's why every show I do looks like a fuckin' Floyd fight You're annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you You didn't feed your wolves, so now they 'bout to take you for food Shit lot of people love to talk, from the stands, I ain't hearin' it My J's ain't dirty, this is sand from the pyramids Dave Mirra shit, with the bars I'm a legend Jennifer wouldn't fuck me, had to garner her attention, yeah Am I ungrateful or ambitious? Or maybe I'm both I'm cuttin' off my crazy bitches or maybe I won't This is inspirin', but tirin' too I'm 'bout to fly her in, but I would never buy her a coupe I don't reply to her nudes, off the wine I get rude Hired a McLaren, but then I had to fire the Ruf All this truth that I give like Paul Pierce buckets God talks to me, I'm Will Smith, I'm all ears run it I love it, divise the planet, then I work the strategy Took a lot of swings to hit, this ain't the first at bat for me Heard you mad at me, I irk you casually What hurts you actually is I'm a fuckin' boss, I gave my circle salaries This is Nipsey mixed with Kobe, yeah, I merge mentalities Y'all got hurt anatomy, I got merch in factories Shippin' out global, multi-million dollar mogul Lately I been bumpin' Roddy Ricch, and feelin' antisocial I been vocal (uh) Givin' gems, but I'm a Libra, so I'm givin' opals My circle gettin' tighter now, I swear this shit's an oval My mind is mobile, it's omnipresent I wrote a book of my beliefs that people follow Gotta call me legend Fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me Shit, ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me One more time Fuck all these peasants that be hatin' on me Ask the last guy what happened when you playin' with me Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what) Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (stop playin') Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what) Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (stop playin') Know your roots and who you rootin' for KRS Two, I kept the intelligent in movement in root thus far Hope you don't mind that I do Not like I needed approval from you or somethin' (nah) I took a spoonful of the puddin' The proof was put in, the truth is digustin' (yuck) Your views amuse my vision, your outlook funny I had to enrich my sense without no money But now we get into it, it's more than music to flow with me I'm gonna need to see a quote from my quotes that's poetry Been on my globally, from the omens I've spoken openly Not 'cause I pose to be what they told me I'm 'posed to be Hopefully niggas get the memo and don't take it out of context (uh) We ain't on the same page, check my table of contents Stop it, I'm well read like the Nickerson Gardens Straight out of Carson, play your cards or get discarded I ain't the type of artist to be disregarded This what art is, simple as that, shut up and rap Where the lyricists at? How sad Your clique ain't on top of the game, that's just a mouse-pad They want the old Soul, I can't deny my ascension They want the branzino, but they ain't tryna go fishin' I took the scenic route, made wrong turns, I let y'all have y'all turn But I though long term so I can teach 'em how Virtuous patience says, I believe that (yeah) Remember that you can't just win, they gon' want a rematch (uh) A lot of people that you connect with need to be detached The fame may go to your head, most of it be cap (facts) Mind over matter, respect the telekinetics I move a mountain by the mile 'cause I said it The rapper's rapper, black-lipped pastor, the prophet, the God Playin' fetch with blank checks at the top with my dawgs Who want what? (huh) Nobody, I'm 'bout to go potty That shit, I'm kickin it, but I don't know no karate No need for cold feet, I ain't playin' no hockey 'Specially when effortlessly the flow is Mojave (yeah) Underground emperor, my ring need kisses Every move is calculated like we teach psychics Eat a rapper have 'em seize existence Then catch an attitude, 'cause now I gotta clean these dishes Soul Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what?) Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (stop playin') Who wants what? Where, when, why, I say it (why say it) Who wants what? Who wants what? (Who wants what?) Who wants what? Where, when, why, say it (why say it) If not, shut the fuck up, stop playin', stop playin' (stop playin')
Writer(s): Russell Vitale, Herbert Anthony Stevens Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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