You Don't Really Want It

Listen to me, learn from me

I wasn't the best because I killed quickly

I was the best because the crowd loved me

Win the crowd, and you'll win your freedom

I will win the crowd

I'll give them something they've never seen before

Look, I ain't play games, homie, I ain't got time

Especially when I do this for my homies that done got time

Imma do this for the city, every hot line

Go to every block, every hood, every corner, every stop-sign

I just wanna get it for the days that I was living in the hood

Wait a minute, I don't even know if you can call it living

Pay attention, cause at any given minute

You be chilling with your niggas and be witness to a killing, ho

Grew up on the north side, north side

Nigga to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet

That was going past the window and saw nothing

And I'm coming for the crime, what the fuck you think I'm here for?

Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it

Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it

You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it

I was in the trenches just like you

Wondering how the fuck Imma get through

I don't have a plan, but I know one thing:

Gotta get up out of this motherfucker, and I can't lose

Eyes on the prize, and I know I can't quit

Never gonna fail, so I'm on my shit

Gotta keep going and I can't look back

Took on the world and now it's on my back, back

Back up, homie, don't act up

I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor

And when them kilos on your back and make a

Motherfucking backpacker pack up

On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against

So I ain't phased by none of this

'Coz in reality, I love that shit

For all the grinding I was doing, I ain't no one you was fucking with

See, I've been on my hustle for a minute

Now it's really time to get it

So it's only fair I'm letting them know

That I'm a motherfucking animal, it's true

You don't want me coming for you

Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, cause yo

You don't really want it, nah

(Come and step to the floor, you already know

That I'm too cold with the microphone

I'm beastmode, better leave it alone)

You don't really want it, nah

('Coz I came too far to stop

Regardless I'm off the wall, chip off the block

I'm a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops)

Welcome to the Hunger Games

You give up your whole life but get tons of fame

There's rappers who don't write but get companies

Making of with their souls for a chunk of change

I got more profits than those, y'all so dumb to chase

But they popped off all the time, but they a bum today

Man, I got that Glock that I tote make you cuff your chain

You see my pockets is gordo, you chubby chase?

I got a plot to take over this continent

While I'm over-thinking, all these bitches are there gossiping

So Imma take a spliff, take a hit, something monstrous

'Coz I really quit but I think I've been locked in

And all this bullshit and I'm sick of the politics

I'm gonna show you which really bitch but it's obvious

All of these hoes really want to just party and molly

And violence and bottles and popping and dropping

And opposite, that is just me, are you taunting them?

All they admire us, not in that guapa shit

Alternately, I think I'm gonna stop the gig

Talk to them, all bitches wearing this God-given

Oculus urge of confidence

I'm just subconscious shit trying to make all y'all get y'all bitches

Hearing my shit but I'm not spitting anymore lessons

Bae, do what you wish, I ain't gon' stress

Man, you finna get little Miss Snow from oh wait where I spit

All about selling drugs and the things that I did

'Coz I done sell 'tapes and I toured

And I ripped all these stages from East to the West

And these kids and these magazine covers just don't give a shit

What the fuck? You want Product? I'll give you a fix this is it

C-Webby be carnivorous, monstrous shit

I'm the boss, people be calling me Sarge in this bitch

Make a mess, gotta keep a fucking tarp and a whip

As I keep evolving, just as Darwin predicts

So it's off with his head and I'm off with his chick

Keep it calm till I flip then I'm off in this bitch

Fuck dawn of the dead

Shit I got grown men hiding under their bed

Thinking that monster exist

Cooking up that east coast dough

With a pad and a pen and the words that I wrote

Every syllable invented that's enclosed and then closed

Are too complex for most folk, but you know

I'm a ghost in the booth, you can't see me dawg

Hard body with the flow, C3PO

Most check up motherfuckers Sour D we roll

So high, Major Tom can't reach me, bro

Shh, yo don't spend your time in, you don't really want it

So everybody suck my dick without a condom on it

I'm just full of that chronic, gin no tonic

Couple capsules in my pocket

Now I'm going rocket, feeling so right

Going psychotic, they feeling my rhymes

Sipping Hpnotiq, I'm losing my mind

Or break another time cause I'm just a little

Motherfucker with the coldest flow

E.T. going to poke the nose, you better hold the phone

Before you leave with a broken nose

I'm so dope that I think I'm about to overdose

Now I feel like I'm really 'bout to go to a road

But it ain't chose by most man, so I go alone into the dark side

How could I have sold my soul? I never had one, bitch!

Motherfucker, let's go!