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You Dont Really Want It Lyrics - Artist : Chris Webby
Listen to me
Learn from me I don' t play games, homie I don't have time Especially when I do this for my homes that they ain't got time I'm a do this for the city Every hotline, every block, every hood, every corner, every stop sign And I just want to get It for the days thst I was living in the hood Grew on the North side I was quicker than a bullet Just admit it, somebody will come after the crown But wtf I am here for? Stuck in this game, can't get out of it I don't have a plan, but I know one thing: Eyes on the process, I can't quit I'm never gonna fail so I'm on my own shit Got to keep going and I can't look back Took on a word, I didn't sell my bac So I ain't faced by none of this Cause in the reality, I love this shit I know it's out of meaning But it's really time to give it So it's only fair to let them know that I'm a motherfucking You know why we come for you So keep enjoying the show You don't really want it You don't really want it, neah Welcome to the Hunger Games You give up your life and get tones of fame You see my pockets are good are you tryin' to be chasin'? All this bullshit and sick of the politics All of these hoes really just want to party and have molly I think I'm gonna stop the game You bitches are here in my ship But I'm not spitting any less You can do what you wish I ain't stressing Coverages just don't give a shit I know it's out of meaning But it's really time to give it So it's only fair to let them know that I'm a motherfucking You know why we come for you So keep enjoying the show You don't really want it You don't really want it, neah Cause I came too far to stop I'm a monster, bitch, watch, you better call the cops I'm the call, people be callin' me sergent I keep calm until I flip Then I'm off of this bitch Cookin' up the East Coast dope I'm a ghost, you can't see me though It's so high nigga time Reach me bro! I'm feelin' so right No more psychotic, feelin' my rhymes I'm loosin't my mind You better hold your phone Before you leave with a broken nose While I sell dope I think about the overdose Until the dark how could I save my soul? I never had one bitch I know it's out of meaning But it's really time to give it So it's only fair to let them know that I'm a motherfucking You know why we come for you So keep enjoying the show You don't really want it You don't really want it, neah Cause I came too far to stop I'm a monster, bitch, watch, you better call the cops |
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