Justus Clarke - What They Want lyrics

[Verse 1: Malik Ninety Five] Momma said I'm running rapid, I'm just taking chances Got my foot up on the gas so ain't no time for questions Been so hip to the game, wonder how I'm finessing So stop stressing on the king man the reign coming I go to hustle so the ring and the chain flooded Know n***as that'd k** for that, leave the scene bloody Sad game, gotta bring back the time when I was spittin' just to listen bring it back and rewind Now I want it all, gotta shine Cradle to the grave is where I die for mine Truth be told I'm down to ride When I touch the mic it's like a homicide Tell your girl we up, she better fall in line Try to hate on me, you better grab your dime If you getting money gotta throw something out And if you not n***a sit down, down, now [Hook: Dasiaa] (2x) Tell me what you want from me Take a look, tell me what you see Let me know if this right here Is the real, it's for real [Verse 2: Gene Stanza] n***as using heavy ba** to cover their wack rhymes And they lie about selling narcotics and packing 9's Me? I'm taking a different approach ‘Cause being in this game it's easy to become a ghost Or either go broke, but I do it for the love Money doesn't faze me, at least not lately The flow still crazy (you know it) I get heavy feelings when I'm spitting like Beverly and Maze, G Reminiscing ‘bout the days we was eight deep In the grey Jeep, spitting rhymes over great beats In the studio it's fire, I create heat I was poor as f**, first time rocking Dre Beats Now I spend my time fulfilling the prophesy Of being the top MC, and there is no stopping me The chances of finding a better lyricist Is the same chances of finding the lost pyramids [Hook: Dasiaa] (2x) Tell me what you want from me Take a look, tell me what you see Let me know if this right here Is the real, it's for real [Verse 3: Malik Ninety Five] I said I'm only 19, but my mind is old And when things get for real my warm heart turns cold Been on the road with the flows Give and go, make you get low Been all about a dollar like Creflo My set go dummy all up in your spot, check when we come through Leave you shook, have you thinking, “who can I run to?” I never changed, got the game on lock Been on the rock, only way I'm going out is the box But right now, you prolly see me up in the drop Lowkey, but two freaks, getting watch from the cops Yeah that's the symptom, cause of being young, black and gifted Going in on instrumentals, what up my kinfolk Do the work and you get ghost, whatever gets dough Trust me you don't know how I need that No need for the feedback, I know what they want from me Real sh**, so I'm spitting ‘til the third degree (gone) [Hook: Dasiaa] (2x) Tell me what you want from me Take a look, tell me what you see Let me know if this right here Is the real, it's for real