Young Invent - King lyrics

Chorus: What you need what what you need I got what you need What what you need x 2 [Versus 1: Young Invent] H Gang You ain't You ain't You ain't saying nothing I ain't heard before n***a I am Young Invent Why you think they call me the best n***a it's the intent I'm he last of a dying breed, I went to plant seeds In every realest kids mind so it won't end with me no I presume when you have a vision like mine You go need a telescope to see as far as my eyes And Invent I solemnly yeah I solemnly swear To write the spit it's illest sh** I swear you'll ever hear yeah n***as don't hate me I can't blame you you can hate me All you want to you can fade me all you n***as think you great me I been putting it on my H Gang you can ask my n***a Pain/ Eddie Clocker, Gee Whyte, J Lyric Neutro maine Everything we ever did is all for the streets So when these n***as see me hawking they be know its for the beats I ain't never been pretending everything I'm winnin' Worth a quarter hundred Worth a quarter million f** Chorus What you need what what you need I got what you need What what you need x 2 [Versus 2:Young Invent] A raising star is what the media say Realest n***a in the world is what the streets would say Most loyal dependable n***a is what my team would say Difference between me and y'all n***as any day I made executive decisions n***a saw my way To the top homeboy there ain't no stopping me I taught n***as to get companies to write checks And Taught n***as how to book shows and get connects And taught n***as how to blow and this the thanks I get I guess that it's true what they say leeches ain't sh** f** janky promoters that lie bout what they do Claiming That They can book major acts but only booked you Haha and in the long run I falls on the head of the crew And since I'm king of the jungle n***a they go blame who I'm starting to see why Karma s makes sure n***as never make It so close to the prize but y'all n***as never taste it f**s [Versus 3: The Doja] Yo I'm way out in Las Vegas but never losing touch with my Brother Young Inventa Mucho Caliente It's the Doja Doja Doja I told ja told ja told ja listen up motherf**as the roofs About to Blow