BE WHAT I WANT

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Mason] Okay, so you wanna get active Don't play when I come with the action No Clank, but I roll with the ratchet No case when I cover my face Fuck niggas got fumes and I came in blasting Don't move, niggas came in packing My mood don't never stay stagnant My tool gon' forever say— (Wah-wah-wah) On the west where you might get wasted Weird on the waist, do you like my fashion? Won't rest 'til I'm havin' my way Better get out of my way 'fore you end up flattened I'm in Fulton fingering the full clip I'm at the pulpits, speaking to assassins Fuck the cool shit, I want to see madness Fuck cool, bitch, I want to be— Huh, I ain't duck no nigga, I adapted I ain't trust no nigga, I'm manic I ain't cover no net, I'm picky I ain't puffin' my chest, done had it I hit the stage and the shit get mean You hit the stage and the shit get average Most westside niggas don't leave Let me tell you what it's like to be trapped in I can feel static in the air, I can be the panic, unprepared Streets is watching, havoc in despair Keep an automatic if you're scared Keep the mod attached and watch them yell Sweep the card and crack it like a shell Repeat until you're back from out of hell [Chorus: Kenny Mason] In the night, I can be what I want Bitch, I like what I see when they run I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans It's on sight while I'm free from the sun In the night, I can be what I want (Want) Bitch, I like what I see when they run (Run) I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans It's on sight while I'm free from the sun (Sun, hey, hey, hey ) [Verse 2: Felix] Pardon me for even asking, how much longer 'til you fucks in caskets? Gortex line and winter jacket, and that's just my ordinary fashion Turns out when I speak, I happen to have a pen as cold as Aspen Turns out if I run this game, it's gon' be way more than them hundred yards dashes Paris Texas goin' up, you see thunder, lightning get to clashin' First, they didn't give a fuck, once they understand, they go and bash it Kenny bring the peace, but he no Buddhist, we plan on putting boot to asses We want more blues, more cheese than foster homes could ever imagine [Verse 3: Louie Pastel] We used to do apologies, I don't do that anymore Last time I worked nine to five, I think I was 24 Then I said fuck normalcy, wanted drugs and many whores Debauchery and many tours, jaws and panties to the floor Piru was right next to me, I grew up 'round plenty gore Changed my life would make me poor I'll pull up like Dante, bitch Hit the stage with gun and sword Hair was red like Paramore She thought she could take the dick Then I left that coochie sore I went ghost like Paranorman I'm the evil AliFloat like moth, then sting like hornets Fuckin' raw in California Abortions are still legal here, never been a patriot You won't find no eagles here Left and right in corporate pockets The ending now feels pretty clear AI taking jobs and fresh water, thank the billionaires Revolution won't be televised , it's gon' be memed and streamed Escapism to escapism, I be getting geeked I don't know what nothing means [Chorus: Kenny Mason] In the night, I can be what I want Bitch, I like what I see when they run I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans It's on sight while I'm free from the sun In the night, I can be what I want Bitch, I like what I see when they run I got white, I got lean, 5 Star my jeans It's on sight while I'm free from the sun (Sun)