(chorus)
You say you want it but you don't want it
Yeah you don't want it like I do
Drop
Say you want it, but you don't want it
Yeah you don't want it like I do!
Prank call, like its seventh grade
Really mad on my Kevin gates
It was god sayin heaven waits
But tell me why he sound hella fake
Devil sneaks in his ways
Paychecks and parades
Hot Jordan's and a fade
Groupie girls on the wave
I had to stop for a minute my pockets was empty like woe (hol up)
Head off my pillow, remind me that shit was just broke from the go (damn)
9am ready for work
At least just enough that it's worth
They say you get what you earn
So how come my wallet is empty and hurt
I'm tryna get me a co sign
New sound and some dope rhymes
Double time, double time
And still you told me no both times
Might as well hand me the rope I'm
Sorry, it's looking like go time
Soon as it touches my throat I
Feel like Ali now I'm back, and it's yo tuwn
Twenty first twenty first
We the new men at work
Couple guys tried to try us
Now they ride in a hearse
We a bunch of broke villains
Got our mind on the cash
Scheming plans get them bands up
But we steady busting ass
(chorus)
You say you want it but you don't want it
Yeah you don't want it like I do
Drop
Say you want it, but you don't want it
Yeah you don't want it like I do!
Verse 2
Stadiums packing full house
Feet move, that's a good crowd
Sold out, man is no doubt
Outlook looking good now
Bout time right? hiding limelight until they tell me that the times right
Till the time come, got my mind strung, finally thinking bout the high life
Finally thinking bout the money flow
Finally watching where my money goes
Living broke now, never slow down
Dry heat cause a bloody nose
Only mean I keep the work hard
All those days on the boulevard
All the places that I could've gone
Hope the lord getting through to y'all
Asking God send a prayer, I stare just hoping that someone is there
I wouldn't care, but all of my fears just tell me he won't disappear
Said it ain't fair but settled to hear it out, now it's suddenly clear
Few more years, know it's there, I swear im making outta the ville
I'll get it out of my system
Target practice can't miss one
For my mother and my sisters
Bout time for I hit one
Gotta keep the glass burning
Motivation gotta surface
Late nights stay rehearsing
You ain't want it, don't deserve it