What You Want

I’m still silly me, copping kicks that done amount to shit

Come to counters when some counter off, counterfeit

Off the cuff, save a buck I couldn’t count on it

Sell a good bluff throw a good blow, below the belt but hit the buckle

These **** ain’t with the scuffle, I got plans inside the duffle gotta pack that shit away

Mouthy straight out the gate

How y’all not housing the house less that made you great

Made you golden gate made you bart train, made you fruitvale, y’all such some fuck ups

Hold yo bucks up, I don’t own shit in this town that I run a muck in

What I’m really claiming and banging displacing the fam

Change the hood shit make it rhyme sam I ams

And the plans ain’t give damns it’s scams

And up my sleeves is schemes

Can count on hands how many dreams I leave

How many leaves done lunged in my lungs

So I could breathe me some scum and make believe that heathens have won