What the F**k They Want (feat. Bushiido Brown)

Yo What the fuck they want from me man

What the fuck they want from me man, me man

Yo what the fuck they want from me man, me man

Yo what the fuck they want from me man

Shorty never see me but she seen me last weekend and it’s monday

Pile of papers lined up for a **** what the fuck man

How i’m spose to function, when i’m trying to run a business with my ****

Like we roc a fella with it, fuck shot, jump up in my vision like conjunctive

Itis i be tryna find some place where i can hide a little

Something

Maybe i stash my cash, prolly an ounce of weed to breathe

Maybe my mind, my time, but certain shit my **** I need

Yo What the fuck they want from me man, what the fuck they want from me man

Me man, yo what the fuck they want from me man, me man, yo what the fuck they want from me man

The only 3 things in life certain is death, taxes and bitches talk out of their neck on me

I can’t believe that everyday my father reminding me

The block is hot, filleting ****, lay him down

Check my pay stubs, government like “pay me now!’

How we gon’ feed them chickens now? I don’t know

Yo What the fuck they want from me man, what the fuck they want from me man

Me man, yo what the fuck they want from me man, me man, yo what the fuck they want from me man

Unemployment woes despite the application

Still been bussing stoves from all across the nation

Google got the drop on all the cover letters

Could’ve Googled longer would’ve wrote it better

Now I’m back to bouncing bars and selling trees

Surviving this city with my ways of me

Everyday I’m scheming on some scheming schemes tryna achieve these dreams

Talking to my dad, father figure told me get a job lil ****

Moved a half a pound to pay for MTA

At the interview, they told me “Man, I’m sorry ****”

Well, back to doing dirt to fund my puffy ways

Couple beats a day, hella rhymes a second

Watching Lupin the 3rd, rocking back and forth

I’m on the mothership, open another fifth

We out in B-More city, trapping out the “orph”

The fuck y’all want from me, line step habitually

Line dance and Texas tea, I’m that type of cat

Owwww!