Dis Ain’t What You Want

[Verse 1]
Where can I begin this story of a nigga tryin' to make a million 'fo he turn 28
A lot of hatas wanna kill him but the whole world feel him and they know he keep a lot of cake
He reside in the A still ride with the K on the side with the yay and the dro sacks
In the telly full of hoes gettin' blowed, he the nigga with the O’s and the A-town throwback
He been in the rap game since 16 tryin' to get green, you could see him on the big screen
He was so close but his own kinfolk got him fucked off in the cross tryin' to get seen
Made a lot of niggas rich off rap but he didn’t get shit so he had to hit the block get rich off trap
Tryin' to move packs of that raw crack 'til he put his click on the map with a 6 figure track
Clickin like a mad man, nigga put the cash in my hand I’ma live my life
Shine my ice, hit a nigga point blank range when I aim then bomb on sight
Who gone fight, fuckin with a nigga so deranged in the brain I’ma take yo stripes
Break yo wife, if a nigga really wanna bang with the thang, erase yo life
Pay yo price, never been a lame on a level with the game, niggas know my type
Before I bite the bullet I’ma rep it to the fullest to the end when I roll my dice
Puff my pipe, fill it full of green when I hit it I’ma lean then float like kites
Smoke all night, hit a bitch nigga with a bottle for trying to blow my high with a fight
Nigga

[Chorus]
Jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you boys want
Jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you hoes want
Jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you hatas want
Jump up and get stomped cause this ain’t what you niggas want
This ain't what you boys want
This ain't what you hoes want
This ain't what you hatas want
This ain't what you niggas want
This ain't what you boys want
This ain't what you hoes want
This ain't what you hatas want
This ain't what you niggas want

[Verse 2]
Fightin' in a world full of giants and I'm all on my own and I don’t know why
Niggas wanna try to take mine so I take their's first, on the battleground kill or die
Steel on side, still I’m high cause a nigga stressed out from the pain inside
Brain on fry, I done did things that’ll make a man wanna die tryin' to get by
When I take aim, run a man over like a freight train, set a nigga's soul on fire
Make a muthafucker face pain if he don’t state claim when a nigga step on yo side
Who gone ride, who gone fold like a hoe when the killas in the floor collide
Too much pride, I’ll leave a nigga head on the curb when the hot ones fly I despise
Those who portray to be the king on the scene and can’t survive
Ain’t no love, I’ll have a nigga spittin' up blood like a demon getting exorcised
Tips gone fly, break a backbone with the bat chrome, chop a nigga down to size
I’m too wise, gotta stay focused, I’m sharp to the finish on point like knives
I ain’t never scared, motivated by adrenaline flow inside, nigga throw yo side
A road full of rain and a soul full of pain and a whole lot of game all coincide
I’ma run the whole rap game with a strong arm, first things first I’m a sew my side
Strike pure fear in the heart of my foes, y’all niggas ain’t bold don’t come outside
Nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You don’t want nan day we bust on hoes with no delay
Fuck what you hoes say, I'll murk you chumps in pistol play
Strike me, I strike back like venom from a serpent’s mouth
Bravehearts meet graveyards cause they don’t wanna see the South
I don't play no games, I'm true to what I be about
Knock out you hoe lames who test my click who seekin' doubt
Treat chumps like good Jane and smoke 'em 'til the sweet blow out
Pay back and spray that yo people when we in yo house
When I jump out with the pump out I’m a lay hands to anoint yo clan
Kill yo man, murk yo bitch, leave her dead in a ditch in a 3 point stance
Gun in hand, I ain’t never missed when I spray this shit nigga too advanced
Peep my plan ,nigga cock that shit and pop back, make a nigga do the murder man dance
And kick the can, don’t nobody really give a damn when it hit the fan
I’ll have a nigga head blown clean off by a nigga named Boss for about 2 grand
Flee the land, bread on swole and the feds don’t know the scheme I ran
Niggas wanna know why I stay low key like the mob it’s a job and I know I can
Nigga

[Chorus]